| Song | Solid |
| Artist | Eyes Adrift |
| Album | Eyes Adrift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Is what I am is a plastic man | |
| Gazing out across a plastic land | |
| And everyone is just a thing | |
| Sit and listen to bells of plastic ring | |
| And I'm a genius doing something wrong | |
| Using real words in made up songs | |
| I could cut myself and nothing would come out | |
| ause the blood is frozen solid in my veins | |
| I should know by now that I could cut myself | |
| ause I'm solid and it's always been that way | |
| Here's the song that I sing | |
| An imitation of the real thing | |
| Here's the time, it doesn't pass | |
| Here's the sand frozen in the hourglass | |
| Touch my skin and know that I can feel | |
| But I can't tell you if feeling's real | |
| I could cut myself and nothing would come out | |
| ause the blood is frozen solid in my veins | |
| I should know by now that I could cut myself | |
| ause i'm solid and it's always been that way |
| Is what I am is a plastic man | |
| Gazing out across a plastic land | |
| And everyone is just a thing | |
| Sit and listen to bells of plastic ring | |
| And I' m a genius doing something wrong | |
| Using real words in made up songs | |
| I could cut myself and nothing would come out | |
| ause the blood is frozen solid in my veins | |
| I should know by now that I could cut myself | |
| ause I' m solid and it' s always been that way | |
| Here' s the song that I sing | |
| An imitation of the real thing | |
| Here' s the time, it doesn' t pass | |
| Here' s the sand frozen in the hourglass | |
| Touch my skin and know that I can feel | |
| But I can' t tell you if feeling' s real | |
| I could cut myself and nothing would come out | |
| ause the blood is frozen solid in my veins | |
| I should know by now that I could cut myself | |
| ause i' m solid and it' s always been that way |
| Is what I am is a plastic man | |
| Gazing out across a plastic land | |
| And everyone is just a thing | |
| Sit and listen to bells of plastic ring | |
| And I' m a genius doing something wrong | |
| Using real words in made up songs | |
| I could cut myself and nothing would come out | |
| ause the blood is frozen solid in my veins | |
| I should know by now that I could cut myself | |
| ause I' m solid and it' s always been that way | |
| Here' s the song that I sing | |
| An imitation of the real thing | |
| Here' s the time, it doesn' t pass | |
| Here' s the sand frozen in the hourglass | |
| Touch my skin and know that I can feel | |
| But I can' t tell you if feeling' s real | |
| I could cut myself and nothing would come out | |
| ause the blood is frozen solid in my veins | |
| I should know by now that I could cut myself | |
| ause i' m solid and it' s always been that way |