The Three Reincarnations of a Nameless Plastic (by SMITH)

War
Warn
Warning
I’m not such a dangerous thing (labeled)
I’m so sharp inside
Filling up with pride
a job indeed is a job well done
and that is all I’ve done
What do I create?
What do I decide?
The life I live is a life to keep
and sacrifice

I don’t want to die
The plastics in me
are telling legends of their other lives
Here I go to the fire
I can feel the needles in me
melt and dry
I want another life

Down, Down, Down
and Space
She’s pressing down
but I’m in the same place (cabeled)
I’m so shocked inside
spelling out my pride
a job indeed is a story spun and that is all I’ve done
What do I replace
what can I decide
The life I live is to cross her t’s
and dot her i’s

I don’t want to try
The circuits in me
are spinning legends of their other lives
Here I go, I won’t type
I can feel the words inside me
slow down and die
I want another life

Cold
Clean
Dizzy
from the chemicals
inside me (ferment)
I’m so old inside
temporary pride
a job indeed is a heartattack
and I can drink to that
What do I erase?
What can I decide?
The life I live is a life to please
and satisfy

I don’t want to dry
The spirits in me
are mourning the fields where they died
Here I go to the pile
I can feel the empty memory of what I was inside
And that’ll never die

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