Under the Plastic Sun

Scrolling through the static dreams. Cheap dopamine and nicotine. They sell you

peace in pixel screens. Then pull the plug, you lose the

sheen. London lights and Tokyo pace. We run like rats,

we lose the race. Chasing ghosts in mirrored glass. All the pretty

lies we can't outlast. And I, I'm choking on

the glitter sky. While everyone's pretending they can fly.

Under the plastic sun. We're burning just for fun. Dancing with the

shadows till the morning comes undone. Yeah, we're all on the run but