Chris Blood - Plastic Saints - Solo single From the " Dark Rotten" bassist

Every smile is manufactured, Every halo bought and sold. Every sermon sounds rehearsed, Every handshake feels so cold. Building kingdoms made of glass, Calling weakness "self-control." Painting heaven on the walls, While the darkness owns the soul. Raise your hands... Hide your scars... No one sees... What we are... Plastic saints... Dressed in white... Selling virtue every night. Plastic saints... Cold and blind... Leaving every truth behind. Plastic saints... Take your stand... With a knife behind your hand. Every headline needs a judge, Every stranger needs a name. Burn another life today, Just to feed the endless flame. Perfect faces. Perfect lies. Perfect masks. Perfect lives. Nothing honest ever grows Where everybody wears disguise. Who decides What's wrong... When everyone's Already gone? Your crown is made of plastic. Your faith is made of fear. The mirror never betrayed you... It only made you clear. Plastic saints... Watch them fall... Standing proud behind the wall. Plastic saints... One by one... Melting underneath the sun. Plastic saints... Nothing stays... Truth survives... When plastic fades. The mask... Always... Breaks...