A display of plastic vanity
A hollow shell that doesn't bleed
A clone that's all alone
A slave to demonizing trends
That defile life but are pretend
A stone that's sinking slow
Don't you know
You're running out of space in which to grow
Your heart turned black cuz
You're stuck inside the glass
Just like a mannequin
A charade in designer shoes
You're far too dull to cut the noose
That hangs your head in shame
This showcase of societies
Lust for objects don't come cheap
You gave your soul away
Don't you know
You're running out of space in which to grow
Your heart turned black cuz
You're stuck inside the glass
Just like a mannequin