Plastic Body, Carbon Copy, Simulacrum, Bed Crumb, in my.....
All our nerves are set end on end on end
there is nothing we can do
All our nerves they are set end on end
there is nothing we can do
We feel our body begin to...
and we know this decay
We feel our body begin to go
and we know this decay
And the end feels like its coming
as the waves wash over
we rushed the side of the mountain
as the waters rose high
Plastic Body Carbon Copy
We begin to decay
Replaced with nothing
there is nothing
We begin to decay
Plastic Body Carbon Copy
We are meant to decay
Touching Her
Touching Me
Touching the Devils Iron
Touching the Devils Iron
We are shadows now
Touching the Devils Iron
Carbon Copy Plastic Body
We are set to replace
And we start to Decay
I cry my own name
Just to stay the same
My body decays everyday
Nothing is ever the same
Grasping and Clawing and Grasping and Clawing
We are copies
We are copies of nothing
We are copies of nothing at all
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