Fake nails, fake teeth, fake grace
Perfect smiles wrapped in lace
Sip the wine, fake the laugh
Trade your soul for photographs
Everything feels pre-designed
Nothing bleeds, no pulse, no spine
Lips move, but never mean it
Eyes blink, but never see it

People taste like plastic
Smooth, sweet, then static
Scratch the surface
It's all elastic
Yeah, people taste like plastic

Small talk served in silver trays
Empty words for empty days
They sell you love in tiny doses
All expired, decomposing
Another night, another face
Another name you won't replace
Same routine, same transaction
Swipe, delete – no satisfaction

People taste like plastic
Smooth, sweet, then static
Scratch the surface
It's all elastic
Yeah, people taste like plastic

Bite down
Nothing inside
Just hollow sounds
And painted lies