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Mannequins (Picture Me Broken)

He found a home in hell He changed his name but couldn’t change himself Bid his life farewell with smoke and mirrors Until all his flaws withered away Damaged by the scene She never sleeps And won’t eat a thing Her validation lies behind his zipper For her 22 minutes of fame Give yourself To the Mannequins You’ll die before they let you go I watched them drag you down to hell When your perfect lies and sweet illusions Dim before our eyes You’ll die of your delusions You don’t exist now You’re the hollow shell of the fears that made you believe You are nothing without your Lies and chemicals None of your disciples are real Give yourself Give yourself When the mirrors are gone and Nobody’s screaming out your name When the drugs are all gone You’re no one at all cause There is no art to mannequin fame Die for you plastic creation You built all you wanted to be Your beautiful fatal illusion Couldn’t make you real