Plastic Gods

[Intro – gritty bass riff + city noise]
Neon halos, digital prayers,
everybody’s selling heaven in HD glare.
I scroll through saints and sinners,
and they all look the same.

[Verse 1 – spoken rap tone]
I see prophets with filters,
disciples chasing likes.
Truth’s on clearance,
sold by the byte.
Every promise is plastic—
bend it, break it, throw it away.
We worship faces,
then forget their names the next day.

[Pre-Chorus – melodic growl]
I tried believing in love,
but it had a sponsorship deal.
Faith don’t mean much
when it’s printed in teal.

[Chorus – anthemic shout]
We’re plastic gods,
burning bright, built cheap.
Shiny on the surface,
hollow underneath.
Raise your glass to the screen,
toast to the void.
We make our own heaven—
then watch it get destroyed.

[Verse 2 – gritty rap flow]
I’ve seen angels trade halos
for promo codes and fame.
Seen sinners get applause
for learning the game.
Love’s just a hashtag now,
truth’s a trend in disguise.
We’re all just pixels
pretending to be alive.

[Bridge – spoken breakdown over bass and snare]
They told me “believe in something.”
I said, “I did—her.”
Now belief feels like merch.
Hope feels like debt.
And faith?
Faith’s just whatever still fits in a post.

[Chorus – final crescendo with live guitar hit]
Plastic gods,
bright lights, cheap dreams.
Worship the noise,
forget what it means.
Raise your hands—
we’re all divine online.
Made in our own image,
perfectly designed.

[Outro – feedback + vinyl crackle]
The signal fades,
but the static stays holy.
Amen to the noise.

Male vocal, alt-hip-hop punk-funk fusion with raw bass and drums, gritty energy, dark cinematic tone