When I try to breathe the silence in My lungs deny Wherever should I go, I cannot find relief And place to hide has almost become a dream All my tries to escape are lame Everything remains the same I feel a spider web entwining me
I'm filled with stereotypes Imprisoned in silver screens Tied tightly in wires Living in magazines I'm a paper man With paper plans Crumple and throw me away - I won't feel a thing anyway
When I try to make a step myself They chain me down When I shout, explaining that I don't seek wealth They think I clown, they think I'm already drown And all my tries to prove myself Are nothing more than a mere shell I feel them wiring me like haunted beast
I'm filled with stereotypes Imprisoned in silver screens Tied tightly in wires Living in magazines I'm a paper man With paper plans Crumple and throw me away - I won't feel a thing anyway.
I'm a paper man With paper plans Crumple and throw me away I won't feel a thing anyway