You're from the Land Of The Plastic People
Not even your hollow soul is real
You hide in your fear induced denial
It's so obvious with your painted on smile
But your eyes tell a different story
Voices from the past say you aren't worthy
You don't even know who you are
Battleing your internal war
I opened you up to see what was inside
Just a shallow grave where your sense of self lies
The real you begs to be resurrected
Near fatal wounds scream to be mended
A heart scarred by acid tears
Emotions numbed over the years
You've become a fragile vessal
Living in the Land Of The Plastic People
