Etcétera, etcétera

Weird plastic bottles
Everybody leaves
To the plastic fishes
They eat our feces
There’s nobody in here
Can’t you see them?
Whispering thoughts
Into young boys
The bottom of the ocean
Feels sick of our peace
We are nobody
Can’t you stay a little?
They send me messages
Blur my meaninglessness
Burn your clothes
Hide your ropes
Your father is after us
Run naked into the forest
Meet the plastic people
Kill the plastic people
Don’t you see them?
Don’t bother to fight
We have no right
Left is all that’s left
Feel it in your chest
Empty your consciousness
Fake plastic people
Making more fake plastic people
Elevating more fake plastic people
What happened?
Are you there?
Weird plastic bottles
I am done with my project
Lost all the passion
To people way too shit-fashion
Trapped in complexiness
Dying of simpleness
They’re everywhere
Can’t you take me?
They don’t see
They don’t speak
They don’t think
But I can’t weep
No more.

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