The bright lights squeeze the skies In their neon vice We shield our eyes As the traffic sighs We'd rather die Then put a price On the hours we endure This lurid life Plastic blaze It's too soon For your garish doom To fill the room Give me time To make right Shoot out the light Give up the fight Plastic blaze Rainbow haze Toxic fumes Begin to fill the room Choking you With their modern gloom Plastic blaze We all knew it would end with a crash Now we're sat here sifting through the ash Can we really salvage anything? Can you feel anything?