We grew up in concrete jungles
We've been domesticated, and freedom was over
We spun our cocoons, and metamorphed in them
There was always a fake sun in our garden
Plastic flowers and the bug
Which of us is real in this incongruous world?
Plastic flowers and the bug
Which of us is going to die first in this amorphous world?
Oh, what's left, what's left?
Our souls have been crumbled
Oh, what's left, what's left?
Which of us is the stranger?
Plastic flowers and the bug
Which of us is real in this incongruous world?