Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Reality is made of glass
Pretty pictures that aren't gonna last
Livin' a lie in a plastic frame
Everybody's playin' the same old game
[Pre-Chorus]
I can see it crack
Under polished hands
I won't look back
I won't play dead
[Chorus]
Plastic frame, plastic frame
I don't wanna wear that face
Plastic frame, plastic frame
I can feel it break, break, break
Rather bleed in the open air
Than touch a fake world, I swear
[Verse 2]
White teeth smiles on a paper throne
Everybody acting like they own
Every promise sold by the pound
I can hear that hollow sound
[Pre-Chorus]
I can see it crack
Under polished hands
I won't look back
I won't play dead
[Chorus]
Plastic frame, plastic frame
I don't wanna wear that face
Plastic frame, plastic frame
I can feel it break, break, break
Rather bleed in the open air
Than touch a fake world, I swear
[Bridge]
Rip the picture down
Let the floorboards show
If truth comes rough
Then let it cut me slow
[Chorus]
Plastic frame, plastic frame
I don't wanna wear that face
Plastic frame, plastic frame
I can feel it break, break, break
Rather bleed in the open air
Than touch a fake world, I swear
Details
GeneratedJul 31, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop punk with fast driving eighth-note guitars, punchy kick-snare energy, and a bouncy bassline; verse rides tight and strained, pre-chorus lifts with gang shouts and rising cymbals, chorus slams open with chantable repeats and stacked doubles. Vocal is raw and urgent, close-mic in verses, shouted unisons on hooks, with quick delay throws on the last word of each line. Ear candy includes pick slides into sections, a reverse cymbal before the chorus, and handclap-like snare accents. Bright, gritty, and loud in the mix., punk, pop, world, fake
Credits
Prompt byScott_B
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
reality is made of glass, Pretty pictures that aren't gonna last.Livin' a lie in a plastic frame, Everybody's playin' the same old game.rather bleed in the open air, Than touch a fake world, pop, punk
