Plastic Paradise v2 (Portastudio Mix) (Suno Exclusive)

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[Verse 2]
They tell me I've been sleeping long
That all my brothers have moved on
There's a daughter calling me her dad
With eyes that hold nothing I've ever had
The coffee tastes like medicine
This skin I'm in won't let me in

[Chorus]
This is the life I thought I wanted
Quiet streets and Sunday haunted
But something's wrong beneath the paint
These hollow people, these plastic saints
When I touch the walls they start to melt
This isn't real, this isn't felt

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
Neighbors wave with perfect timing
Every smile's got the same lining
The grocery store, the barbershop
All running like a music box
They keep asking questions, soft and slow
Digging for something I won't let go

[Solo]

[Bridge]
I see the wiring behind her face
The town dissolves, leaves no trace
They built a dream to break me down
A tomb dressed up as a sleeping town
What I wanted was the knife
They used to cut me from my life

[Verse 4]
The child's not mine, the wife's not breathing
Just synthetic hearts repeating
Every word designed to keep me here
To trade my purpose for this fake veneer
They offered peace but charged my soul
A golden cage, a empty role

[Outro]
I'd rather fight than learn to sleep
In manufactured memories deep
The dream was just another war
They knew what I'd been longing for
But comfort's just a loaded gun
Pointed at the person you'd become
Pointed at the person you'd become

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[Verse 1] Woke up in a house I'd never seen White picket fence and evergreen She says we've been married seven years But I don't recognize her tears The photographs don't match my mind I'm searching for the seam, the line [Verse 2] They tell me I've been sleeping long That all my brothers have moved on There's a daughter calling me her dad With eyes that hold nothing I've ever had The coffee tastes like medicine This skin I'm in won't let me in [Chorus] This is the life I thought I wanted Quiet streets and Sunday haunted But something's wrong beneath the paint These hollow people, these plastic saints When I touch the walls they start to melt This isn't real, this isn't felt [Solo] [Verse 3] Neighbors wave with perfect timing Every smile's got the same lining The grocery store, the barbershop All running like a music box They keep asking questions, soft and slow Digging for something I won't let go [Chorus] This is the life I thought I wanted Quiet streets and Sunday haunted But something's wrong beneath the paint These hollow people, these plastic saints When I touch the walls they start to melt This isn't real, this isn't felt [Solo] [Bridge] I see the wiring behind her face The town dissolves, leaves no trace They built a dream to break me down A tomb dressed up as a sleeping town What I wanted was the knife They used to cut me from my life [Chorus] This is the life I thought I wanted Quiet streets and Sunday haunted But something's wrong beneath the paint These hollow people, these plastic saints When I touch the walls they start to melt This isn't real, this isn't felt [Verse 4] The child's not mine, the wife's not breathing Just synthetic hearts repeating Every word designed to keep me here To trade my purpose for this fake veneer They offered peace but charged my soul A golden cage, a empty role [Chorus] This is the life I thought I wanted Quiet streets and Sunday haunted But something's wrong beneath the paint These hollow people, these plastic saints When I touch the walls they start to melt This isn't real, this isn't felt [Outro] I'd rather fight than learn to sleep In manufactured memories deep The dream was just another war They knew what I'd been longing for But comfort's just a loaded gun Pointed at the person you'd become Pointed at the person you'd become

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