plastic people

This whole city's a rusted out hearse, Watch the concrete crack and the plastic people burst. Tearin' down their little world, it's a blessing and a curse, Every smiling face around here is just rehearsed. Peel back the skin on this plastic town, Laughing from the bleachers while the paper people drown. Got the carnival creeping through the cracks in the street, Marching to the rhythm of a dead-heart beat. (Hook) WE ARE THE CHAOS! WE'RE THE SHADOWS IN YOUR HEAD! (The wicked clowns are comin', fillimn' you with dread!) WE ARE THE CHAOS! WE'RE THE SHADOWS IN YOUR HEAD! (Riot Starter!) BRINGIN' BACK THE WICKED SHIT! (Verse 2) Crawling through the alleys with a hatchet in the bag, Watch the suited zombies trip, stumble, and drag. We paint the smiles on 'em, make 'em grin ear to ear, Feeding off the static and the suffocating fear. They thought they locked the gates, thought the funhouse was closed, But we bubbling up from the dirt decomposing their clothes. Cut the power lines, let the sirens scream loud, Dark carnival magic hypnotizing the crowd. (Hook) WE ARE THE CHAOS! WE'RE THE SHADOWS IN YOUR HEAD! (The wicked clowns are comin', fillin' you with dread!) WE ARE THE CHAOS! WE'RE THE SHADOWS IN YOUR HEAD! (Whoop whoop!) BRINGIN' BACK THE WICKED SHIT! (Verse 3) Burn the picket fences, let the masquerade begin, Welcome to the circus where nobody can win. Mirrors in the hallway twisting up your reflection, Spreading through the suburbs like a wicked infection. No shiny silver spoons, just the rust and the grime, Clock is ticking backward, we running out of time. We the monsters in the closet that you swore were just a dream, Now we standing in your bedroom, waiting for the scream. (Hook) WE ARE THE CHAOS! WE'RE THE SHADOWS IN YOUR HEAD! (The wicked clowns are comin', fillin' you with dread!) WE ARE THE CHAOS! WE'RE THE SHADOWS IN YOUR HEAD! (Riot Starter!) BRINGIN' BACK THE WICKED SHIT! (Verse 4) Final curtain call, smoke is rising to the sky, Look into the funhouse glass, watch your sanity fry. We stomping out the normal, bringing darkness to the light, The riot never ends when you own the wicked night. So pack up your illusions, put your little toys away, The sky is turning black, ain't no sunshine today. We the outcast army, painted faces in the mist, Checking off the names on a permanent list. (Outro) Yeah... cross your name off. We the shadows. (Evil laughter trailing off into heavy 808 distortion)0pihiíokjohj9joj