Текст песни Plastic Angels - EBEN

I'm not a saint
But at least I'm not a fake
I try to tell you bout' my day
But yet you're caught up in the things that you're ready to say
Thought I'd be swimming in pools of gold
Now I'm just looking through empty souls
Stuck at a party with people I don't know
California lonely paradise (fuck)
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
We're all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle
I'm beggin' give me something real
Cause nobody here cares how we feel
And I'm new here but
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
I know you're lost
Overcompensate with all the things you bought
Maybe I'm a little too honest
Don't mean to put you all, for what's to come
Thought I'd be swimming in pools of gold
Now I'm just looking through empty souls
Stuck at a party with people I don't know
California lonely paradise (fuck)
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
We're all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle
I'm beggin' give me something real
Cause nobody here cares how we feel
And I'm new here but
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
(I just landed in the city of plastic angels)
(We're all a little fucked up but we fix with the perfect angle)
Thought I'd be swimming in pools of gold
Now I'm just looking through empty souls
Stuck at a party with people I don't know
California lonely paradise (fuck)
I just landed in the city of plastic angels
We're all a little fucked up but we fix it with the perfect angle
I'm beggin' give me something real
Cause nobody here cares how we feel
And I'm new here but
I just landed in the city of plastic angels