Plastic Paradise Tonight

Chorus

Call us the hollow men with nothing new to say

Bleed for the fashion while the colors fade to gray

Burn the scripts and break the lights

Watch the plastic paradise tonight

The hero and the psycho are the only ones left

We’re dancing in the wake of the theft

Verse 1

Pantomime in a costume made of broken glass

Stumble through the fire for the golden pass

Same four chords on a repeating track

I stabbed the genre in the middle of its back

Sell the soul for a catchy refrain

Hide the vacuum with a bucket of rain

Pre-Chorus

Sing along to the shallow sounds

Build a fence for the sacred grounds

Maybe we fail

Maybe we fall

Maybe we laugh while we lose it all

Chorus

Call us the hollow men with nothing new to say

Bleed for the fashion while the colors fade to gray

Burn the scripts and break the lights

Watch the plastic paradise tonight

The hero and the psycho are the only ones left

We’re dancing in the wake of the theft

Verse 2

Check the mic while I lie to your face

Plastic icons taking up space

Bending the rules to fit in a frame

Everybody looks exactly the same

Fast talk for the fake parade

Digging the ditch where the music is laid

Bridge

Look at the crown of thorns we bought

Look at the war that the rhythm fought

Look at the mess that the spotlight caught

Shut up and keep spinning

Go on and keep winning

Wait for the drop to kill the beginning

Chorus

Call us the hollow men with nothing new to say

Bleed for the fashion while the colors fade to gray

Burn the scripts and break the lights

Watch the plastic paradise tonight

The hero and the psycho are the only ones left

We’re dancing in the wake of the theft

Post-Chorus

Spinning in circles

Dancing in circles

Spinning in circles

Falling apart

Apart

Apart