I’m sorry but I don’t recognise any of this shit
It’s all dumb habit to me
When the only thing to change is the adverts on the TV
And all you’ve done is what they’ve been doing
Existing...

I’ve found the real ‘plastic fantastics’
Hiding out in the un-real world

I’m sorry but I don’t feel any of these emotions
It’s all repetition to me
When the only one who knows is me
What I’ve done is what they haven’t done
Existed...

I’ve found the real ‘plastic fantastics’
Hiding out in the un-real world

I’m sorry but I just can’t associate with any of this
It’s all lack of vision to me
And the only time you’re true is never
‘Out there’ is done but it’s not done by you

I’ve found the real ‘plastic fantastics’
Hiding out in the un-real world

I didn’t want to come home to this
This is not the scene I missed when I was out walking
I lost the plot but you kept your script
And I made mine out but your world is endless
Existence...

You can call off the search parties
We’ve found the real ‘plastic fantastics’
They were indoors hiding from the other world
Hiding from the real world

Grasping the remote like it’s the keys to another planet
Holding on to hope like a sinking ship

I’m sorry but I don’t recognise any of this shit
It’s all dumb habit to me...