Plastic Carrier Bags

Some people carry their lives in plastic carrier bags
Some people live in their cars or their office space
Some people sweat it out on electric treadmills
Watch meteorite showers scratch the night sky
Some people see themselves through other peoples eyes
Through video cameras, through mobile phones
Some live outside in cyberspace they’ve learnt digital gone broken english
Some live in photographs or flowers by the roadside
Some have to hang themselves to reach new highs
Some have secrets, lies, stolen thoughts that make them feel so alive
In the underground I wait, in the underground I crawl
Sometimes I ask myself, sometimes I ask myself
is this the life I wanted
Is this the dream I dreamed of
Is this the hope I hoped for
In plastic carrier bags