With conveyors life is fed
Until there's the planet Dead
Wipe the forests, worship drastic
Holy deity god of plastic
You are rot
Human slot
Eyes and head that are hollow
Is what you got
Equinox of burning knives
Faux faces, legit unlives
You fake you, I fake a grin
Pseudo-skin, no mind within
Cook crisis, sham solutions
Corrupt every institution
A discount on intelligence
In bundle with irrelevance
You are rot
Human slot
Eyes and head that are hollow
Is what you got
Plastic age
Welcome, welcome
To the plastic age
In vain is to be the one
Who pulls the trigger of the gun
Far too little, far too late
The Earth is done, the grand checkmate
Tankist - The Plastic Age Lyrics
Tankist - The Plastic Age Lyrics
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With conveyors life is fed
Until there's the planet Dead
Wipe the forests, worship drastic
Holy deity god of plastic
You are rot
Human slot
Eyes and head that are hollow
Is what you got
Equinox of burning knives
Faux faces, legit unlives
You fake you, I fake a grin
Pseudo-skin, no mind within
Cook crisis, sham solutions
Corrupt every institution
A discount on intelligence
In bundle with irrelevance
You are rot
Human slot
Eyes and head that are hollow
Is what you got
Plastic age
Welcome, welcome
To the plastic age
In vain is to be the one
Who pulls the trigger of the gun
Far too little, far too late
The Earth is done, the grand checkmate
Until there's the planet Dead
Wipe the forests, worship drastic
Holy deity god of plastic
You are rot
Human slot
Eyes and head that are hollow
Is what you got
Equinox of burning knives
Faux faces, legit unlives
You fake you, I fake a grin
Pseudo-skin, no mind within
Cook crisis, sham solutions
Corrupt every institution
A discount on intelligence
In bundle with irrelevance
You are rot
Human slot
Eyes and head that are hollow
Is what you got
Plastic age
Welcome, welcome
To the plastic age
In vain is to be the one
Who pulls the trigger of the gun
Far too little, far too late
The Earth is done, the grand checkmate
Writer: Kevin Marks, Rainer Parijõgi
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