Put your fashion on me
Shape my body to please
Twist me up into a fetching pose
Paint a rouge on my cheek
Make it stoic and sleek
I’m selling sex for the rest of my days
I feel you watching my silhouette
And I’m frozen
I’m frozen
And I’m looking back at you from the other side of the window
Clean lines, glass eyes
I fit you so well, I’m just your size
Picture me waiting for you
Picture me waiting for you
In the Palace of Night
With the Maidenheads’ Reich
Transmissions of haunted flesh
Filtering through the screens
To the spaces between
We’ve frozen everything that we touch
And I’ve frozen even my blood so I know
That I’m worthy
Of your love
And even now I feel your presence upon my threshold
Well I’m so perfect
When I’m on display
And my face is burning
Down beneath the ice
You’re all coming with me
And even shadows will burn
And our ashes will hunger
For the Kingdom of the Same
At Night, I dream of The Factory
And all the Phantoms
Can and will become
All just a part of Me
Twisted faces, and scattered arms
Enslavement fantasies pre-recorded
Acting to scripts without conflict, will, or conscience
Replicant desires
Those stripped, shaped, and painted
Clean lines, glass eyes
I fit you so well
I’m just your size
Picture me waiting for you
I’m a mannequin
I’m a mannequin
I’m a mannequin
I’m a mannequin
I’m a mannequin
