Plastic Gods

A song about worshiping things like social media, influencers, having to get the newest "it" thing from the corporate world.

[Verse 1]
Stack your shiny trophies, build your golden throne,
Count your plastic money, but you’re still alone.
Worship what you buy, but it won’t set you free,
Chasing hollow dreams, but you still don’t see.

[Pre-Chorus]
You pray to paper idols, bow to neon kings,
But nothing’s ever real, not the joy it brings.
Your castles made of credit, crumble in the air,
Plastic gods don’t listen, they don’t care.

[Chorus]
Plastic gods, plastic dreams,
Everything is breaking at the seams.
You sold your soul for a shiny lie,
Now you’re dancing in the void, wondering why.
Plastic gods, plastic fame,
But in the end, it’s all the same.
All your glitter fades to dust,
Plastic gods don’t earn your trust.

[Verse 2]
Scroll through the illusions, trapped inside the glass,
Selling you perfection, but it’ll never last.
You bought the mask they sold you, but it’s wearing thin,
Behind the plastic smile, you don’t know where to begin.

[Pre-Chorus]
You pray to paper idols, bow to neon kings,
But nothing’s ever real, not the joy it brings.
Your castles made of credit, crumble in the air,
Plastic gods don’t listen, they don’t care.

[Chorus]
Plastic gods, plastic dreams,
Everything is breaking at the seams.
You sold your soul for a shiny lie,
Now you’re dancing in the void, wondering why.
Plastic gods, plastic fame,
But in the end, it’s all the same.
All your glitter fades to dust,
Plastic gods don’t earn your trust.

[Bridge]
You’re chasing shadows, running in place,
A mirror full of strangers, with no face.
All that you wanted, was never real,
Now you’re stuck in the loop of a broken deal.

[Chorus]
Plastic gods, plastic dreams,
Everything is breaking at the seams.
You sold your soul for a shiny lie,
Now you’re dancing in the void, wondering why.
Plastic gods, plastic fame,
But in the end, it’s all the same.
All your glitter fades to dust,
Plastic gods don’t earn your trust.

[Outro]
Bow down, bow down, to the empty sky,
Plastic gods will watch you as you cry.
Bow down, bow down, to your empty throne,
Plastic gods will leave you all alone.