Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the brick beneath the boot
A static stem without a root
Monstera plastic, deep and green
The coldest leaf I've ever seen
Syllables of a quiet plan
A tiny world in a giant hand
Wait for the click, wait for the snap
Falling right into a plastic trap
Build it up, piece by piece
Until the heavy burdens cease
A city made of molded gold
A story that is bought and sold
He walks the line in matte black paint
A plastic soul, a molded saint
Adiantum ferns in a sterile row
Watching how the plastic forests grow
Syllables of a quiet plan
A tiny world in a giant hand
Wait for the click, wait for the snap
Falling right into a plastic trap
Build it up, piece by piece
Until the heavy burdens cease
A city made of molded gold
A story that is bought and sold
The soil is grey, the water fake
A rigid world that will not break
Calathea leaves in a perfect square
Hanging in the heavy midnight air
Build it up, piece by piece
Until the heavy burdens cease
A city made of molded gold
A story that is bought and sold
He fits the parts into the slot
A lonely hero in a parking lot
Pothos vines on a plastic wall
Waiting for the heavy rain to fall
Build it up, piece by piece
Until the heavy burdens cease
A city made of molded gold
A story that is bought and sold
The Latin names are written clear
The plastic bloom is finally here
A world of blocks, a world of stone
A king who sits upon a plastic throne
Click the brick, lock the door
I don't need the earth no more
