Plastic Girl from Dead Lights by DEAD LIGHTS

PLASTIC GIRL

Plastic girl.

I see your face,
The one you reveal.
You’re out of place,
Are you even real?
Such a disgrace.
It’s an ordeal
That we both embrace.
You’re ideal.
Until the day I break.
Until I break.

Plastic girl.
You’re the plastic girl,
Raising hell.
Plastic girl.
There’s cracks in her shell.
You’re the plastic girl,
Your starting to melt.
Plastic girl.
She attacks and rebels.
You’re the plastic girl,
Raising hell.

You got the body and the blood stains with wreckage behind,
You are somebody with a bad brain that leaves lovers blind,
I see the dirt under your nails and the filth in your soul.
The filth in your soul.
I see the hurt behind the veil and the guilt,
now I’m torn from your control.

Plastic girl.
You’re the plastic girl,
Raising hell.
Plastic girl.
There’s cracks in her shell.
You’re the plastic girl.
Your starting to melt.
Plastic girl.
She attacks and rebels.
You’re the plastic girl.
Raising hell.

She’s evil incarnate.
That moves inside.
I believe that I’ve started
To lose my mind.

She’s not real.
She kills.

Plastic girl.

• Electronic
• London