Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Christ
Bass
Synyster Gates
Guitar
Zacky Vengeance
Guitar
San Bernadino Symphony Orchestra
Orchestra
M Shadows
Vocals
Anthony Parnther
Conductor
Brooks Wackerman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooks Wackerman
Songwriter
Brian Haner
Songwriter
Jonathan Seward
Songwriter
Matthew Sanders
Songwriter
Zachary Baker
Songwriter
Avenged Sevenfold
Orchestrator
Ines Velasco
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Avenged Sevenfold
Producer
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
Jun Murakawa
Recording Engineer
Nick Fainbarg
Recording Engineer
Bruce Jacoby
Drum Technician
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Adam Michalak
Recording Engineer
Brian Rajaratnam
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Malsch
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My vinyl skin provides protection
It holds in place my plastic bones
Cast button eyes reflect an image
And all seems as it should
But there's nobody home
[Verse 2]
Cue the breeze
That sway the painted trees
Toy yellow birds upon the rooftops sing
In chorus with the buzzing bees
Melt in Sun L.E.D. beams
From the sky being held on a string
While boredom tears me apart at the seams
[Chorus]
Now I know this might sound crazy
But I've smelled the plastic daisies
And it seems we've found ourselves
In
Hell
[Verse 3]
Round head consumed with major nothings
Ears made of wax unfit to hear
Day after day, it all plays over
Dedicated loop
Same year after year
[Verse 4]
Please attend
All model citizens
R.S.V.P. if we can count you in
Empty as we play pretend
Send our thoughts with you and to your kin
And in case I don't see you again
Good afternoon, good evening, and good night
[Chorus]
Now I know this might sound crazy
But I've smelled the plastic daisies
And it seems we've found ourselves
In
Hell
[Bridge]
Living feign in porcelain
And just smart enough to know nothing at all
Pull my string and make me cry
Advertisement, moral scrawl
A semblance of choice when there's no choice at all
Out of stock, 'the end is nigh'
[Refrain]
Burn
Body burn
Burn
[Chorus]
Now I know this might sound crazy
But I've smelled the plastic daisies
And it seems we've found ourselves
In hell
Written by: Baker, Haner, James Sullivan, Sanders, Seward, Wackerman