Plastic Tongues
Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
I think you know
But what of the strangers?
And the prophets in bars?
With all the right thoughts
But none of the scars
You're trying to get real
With avatars
But it's all counterfeit
It's all funny money
It's fuzzy math
It doesn't add up
You're still
Anonymous
Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
But you do this to yourself
But you do this to yourself
You do this to yourself
You could end this
You could take the mask off
You could throw the costume away
It's a shitty disguise anyway
Nobody real falls for it
You're just playing dress-up
You're just playing make-believe
No morе yardsticks
Because this doesn't go that deep
This doеsn't measure up
This doesn't go that deep
Watch your step
You might get shit on your shoes
Watch what you say
They may think it's actually true
What will the strangers say?
If they see the real you?
What will they think?
If they see the real you?
Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
No more yardsticks
No more measures
This doesn't go that deep
You're still anonymous
You're still anonymous
What will they think?
What will they think?
What will they think?
Watch where you step
You might get shit on your shoes
Watch what you say
They may think it's true
What will they say
About you?
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
I think you know
But what of the strangers?
And the prophets in bars?
With all the right thoughts
But none of the scars
You're trying to get real
With avatars
But it's all counterfeit
It's all funny money
It's fuzzy math
It doesn't add up
You're still
Anonymous
Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
But you do this to yourself
But you do this to yourself
You do this to yourself
You could end this
You could take the mask off
You could throw the costume away
It's a shitty disguise anyway
Nobody real falls for it
You're just playing dress-up
You're just playing make-believe
No morе yardsticks
Because this doesn't go that deep
This doеsn't measure up
This doesn't go that deep
Watch your step
You might get shit on your shoes
Watch what you say
They may think it's actually true
What will the strangers say?
If they see the real you?
What will they think?
If they see the real you?
Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
No more yardsticks
No more measures
This doesn't go that deep
You're still anonymous
You're still anonymous
What will they think?
What will they think?
What will they think?
Watch where you step
You might get shit on your shoes
Watch what you say
They may think it's true
What will they say
About you?
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Kantorek, Jeff Tirabassi, Kevin Sommerville, Matt Ryan, Tim Singer
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