Plastic flowers
They never wither, nor die
Plastic flowers
Watch them all spread underground
Their looks are fantastic,
But that is all that stays true
Plastic flowers
Their roots have grown far and wide
Dire landscapes, in jungles of tar
The wind blows them gently as they all rise
With their blind eyes shut, devoid of all senses
Bearing names of saints and thousands of sins
And we are all flowers without roots
With empty souls wandering still
To fill them up with disease and misery
And the sun scorches us for leaving him
We aren't bound by the ground, we don't flow with the water
The wind doesn't touch us, we're all covered by jackets
When flower buries flower, which do you think still carries the pain?
Plastic flowers
They never wither, nor die
Plastic flowers
Watch them all spread underground
Their looks are fantastic,
But that is all that stays true
Plastic flowers
Their roots have grown far and wide
The petals are lies, all secretly glued
They all get sold not by piece, but in bulk
On any occasion, they're all of good use
They all act as though they're alive!
And we are all flowers without roots
With empty souls wandering still
To fill them up with disease and misery
And the sun scorches us for leaving him
We aren't bound by the ground, we don't flow with the water
The wind doesn't touch us, we're all covered by jackets
When flower buries flower, which do you think still carries the pain?
Plastic flowers
They never wither, nor die
Plastic flowers
Watch them all spread underground
Their looks are fantastic,
But that is all that stays true
Plastic flowers
Their roots have grown far and wide