Plastic Chests for Plastic Hearts - The Riot Before

The television shows the perfect people

Happy with their money

And if you get thinner, less wrinkled

You won’t feel so empty

So get a plastic chest to house your plastic heart

The poison you put in your brow kills who you are

It’s all a show

Doctor, make my skin perfect

Don’t want to ever see below

So insecure and so alone

The news is shocking and so awful

Romanticize a war campaign

Bloody pictures from a bloody battle

Only serve to entertain

So cast your vote cover your eyes

We’re number one!

God blessed America with pride

He gave you the money to buy that giant SUV

The one you drive with empty seats

Does it make you feel complete?

A spreading disease

A distracted nation

Consumed with what they see and what they drink celebrities

The doctor will fix it for me

The pain only lasts a few weeks

The scars won’t even be seen

But I’ll be seen: complete, envied

The body dies

But the soul’s so hard to treat

So grab your knife

And cut me perfectly