Woke up with bruises on the joints of my toes I speak to prophets, they tell me nothing I keep on tripping and nobody knows Why this happens, just keep on smiling I'm made of plastic Just full of dents and holes All made of plastic I'm made of nothing more My stomach aches, can't get off the floor Why do CrossFit when you're depressive? The bruises come and then they don't seem to go Why does this happen? I followed everything I'm made of plastic Just full of dents and holes All made of plastic I'm made of nothing more And in the garden of sin I couldn't bare to look away Contemplated my life If things would be okay, so I prayed I'm made of plastic Just full of dents and holes I'm made of plastic Just full of dents and holes I'm made of plastic Just full of dents and holes I'm made of plastic I'm made of nothing more