Plastic on the Fire
Im afraid, of losing grips
stepping down, this oily pit
In our hearts, we went to shit
Innocence, is fucking gone
And I've been too long out of the sun
Standing naked before the lord
I'm the plastic on the fire
When you cant fucking breathe
So sting the little man
My fate is in your hands
I'm a liar, on the low
Your case with me, is solid gold
Beaten down, with the bible
Im the plastic, on the fire
And I've been too long out of the sun
Standing naked before the lord
I want the will to breathe
I've become my fucking dad
Betrayed by broken genes
It's sinking thru my hands
Will you catch our love
Your case with me, was solid gold
Autor(es): Toy Kjeldaas, Jonas Thire, Larsh Kristensen, Espen Helvig