[Verse 1] Neon buzzes like a curse, children scream in fluorescent halos. She says, “Sit down, behave.” I say, “This place offends geometry.” The waiter chews his gum, his smile rehearsed to death. I taste melted cheese and regret, she calls it comfort. I call it survival. [Chorus 1] Welcome to the Plastic Age, where knives are rubber and truth’s for sale. She laughs, says I’m impossible — but I’m the only one still real. [Verse 2] A kid points at me, wide-eyed. “You’re a wizard,” he says. How perceptive for a mortal. I could turn him into silence. She grips my hand under the table, mouths “Don’t.” I mouth “Why not?” Her eyes say “Because.” Mine say “Because I can.” [Chorus 2] Welcome to the Plastic Age, where everything sticks — even guilt. Where gods wear paper hats, and I eat sin by the slice. [Bridge – spoken, almost whispered] She calls me cruel. I call it honesty. She says I should adapt. I say adaptation killed the phoenix. A napkin lifts, floats like a secret, lands on the child’s head. That’s all the magic left in me tonight. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the Plastic Age, where wonder’s an accident and mercy’s off the menu. She says I look like a wizard. I tell her — that’s the problem.
