Songtext von Plastic Melody

Don’t stay inside your head It’s such a filthy mess It’s heaven to be fed Your mother shakes her head There’s nothing to be said You’re better off then dead A plastic melody, a rubber band Turns into a sound Distracted by a hurt mentality Just trying to be free Discipline or don’t It’s not a funny joke The urge will disappear If you confront the fear When I lived in the cut My life was in a rut I’m done making mistakes But I only learn that way A plastic melody, a rubber band Turns into a sound Distracted by a hurt mentality Just trying to be free No one picks up the telephone I wonder if they are at home No one picks up the telephone I guess I'll just leave them alone No one picks up the telephone I wonder if they are at home