Plastic کے بول

We are stuck, no new directions Creators drained of ideas In the age of constant replacements When everything's already made We expand, every inch must be covered Nothing will stand in our way In the age of the greatest delusions Everyone's thinking the same So let your conscience fade now Cause we can never blame ourselves Adaption ‒ nowhere in reach Devastation under our feet Tempting shape and design Desperation ‒ our wills collide Plastic excitement Craving for more, an unstoppable greed Elastic environment For how long will you bend the truth? So let your conscience fade now Cause we can never blame ourselves Adaption ‒ nowhere in reach Devastation under our feet Tempting shape and design Desperation ‒ our wills collide