Plastic Tongues Songtext
von Bitter Branches

Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs

I think you know
I think you know

But what of the strangers?
And the prophets in bars?
With all the right thoughts
But none of the scars
You′re trying to get real
With avatars
But it's all counterfeit
It′s all funny money
It's fuzzy math
It doesn't add up

You′re still
Anonymous


Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs

But you do this to yourself
But you do this to yourself
You do this to yourself
You could end this
You could take the mask off
You could throw the costume away
It′s a shitty disguise anyway
Nobody real falls for it
You're just playing dress-up
You′re just playing make-believe
No morе yardsticks
Because this doesn't go that deep
This doеsn′t measure up
This doesn't go that deep


Watch your step
You might get shit on your shoes
Watch what you say
They may think it′s actually true
What will the strangers say?
If they see the real you?
What will they think?
If they see the real you?

Trying to speak
With plastic tongues
Trying to breathe
With paper lungs
No more yardsticks
No more measures
This doesn't go that deep

You're still anonymous
You′re still anonymous
What will they think?
What will they think?
What will they think?

Watch where you step
You might get shit on your shoes
Watch what you say
They may think it′s true
What will they say
About you