Plastic Sin

Plastic Sin

 It's funny to wonder aloud what people in our broken society find meaning and happiness in
 Some run amok trying to bring joy to others
 While others ostracize themselves and find joy within
 The biggest source I've noticed our desolate race derive pleasure from is that from the ironically short lived life of sin
 Sin does not care who you are or where you're from
 Sin does not care what you're doing or what you've done
 It only cares that you are enveloped inside it's twisted blanket of destruction
 Burning down crosses and relationships in the wake of a pursuit of pleasure
 A mixture of greed and lies and pain; there's never been a sicker concoction
 And if this sin slanders my name like tar
 Then my license is blacker beyond any measure

Sin is the most unbiased thing on the earth you see
 It's looks to be comprised of all colors, sexes, classes, and morals to me
 It does not care if you seem impervious to pain
 Nor does it care if your skin is charred black
 Or bright white like cocaine
 No! It shreds through every creed and color
 It's tongue is universal and can speak to the masses
 To the "saints" and the sinners
 To the church kids and the bastards

No one can escape it's reach
 There's no wall it cannot breach
 And the f*ck*rs who say they are untouched are usually the very ones who have been accomplices to the number 1 criminal in the world
 It's claimed more lives than religion they say
 But to me, religion is just sin with a gold paint covering
 Just a pathetic attempt to falsify the reality and hide behind a fantasy
 That we really are "good" people
 As long as we read a book inside a steeple
 It doesn't matter if we see the "light" or not
 As long as we stay in line with this list of rules
 We will ascend upwards and resist ending hot
 Sin has many hidden minions; an endless list of tools
 Used to tear down our psyche and build us up out of filth
 Society embraces it, screaming out "do what makes you, YOU!"
 Then turns it back to any individual who stands out from the crowd who is actually living out a life that holds true
 We are surrounded by these teeth whitened bastards who have more green than personality
 All they care about is vanity and formality

Keeping straight-backed posture while attempting to bow low for these gods of sex, drugs, greed, money, fame, Fame, FAME!
 "Lets make ourselves known!
 If you're a 'nobody' then only you are to blame!
 Sorry only a few of us know you, so go play in the corner with your shame
 You aren't plastic like us you see that's how you win this whole game
 We are the best of the baddest
 We've never heard of feeling sadness
 All we feel is "fun" and how awesome our past life is
 You'll never stop us we are flying high
 And we will flourish like this 'til the day we die!"
 If that's what life is then God take me swiftly and painless
 Everything these plastic people live for on this tarnished earth is worthless
 Impressing the sheep gets you nowhere when they are running towards the wolf
 While the shepherd weeps silently
 Playing the role of a loving father

All I can say is, stay plastic while you can
 Live it up while you can
 Pursue your pleasure while you can
 Just know this fact and listen to the enlightenment that I got
 The place your destiny is leading you
 Has a climate that for plastic, is way too hot.