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