Display window mannequins parade down the street paved with conformity. Each individual stands out in the mirror and yet blends with this mixed crowd. Dead in the mirror, step into this life. Even your reflection, cant look and say, Youre just as lovely on the inside. Oh why dont you understand, that you are not these people. So paint yourself with gold, and make a habit of being alone. Were monsters, turned out by the machine, fabricated by society. We get by, on our own greed, weve lost our own identity. Youre alone in this world. Theres nothing on this earth that can save you now. If all youre looking for are flaws youll find them. If all you want is change, youll get it. Can I write a beginning for the helpless and give a beat to the heartless? Can I save myself and those beside me? Can I save anyone? Crack the plastic molds, make room for growth. I know Im a sinner, but God knows its time to wake up. Oh why cant you understand, that you are not these people. So paint yourself with gold, and make a habit of being alone. Were monsters, turned out by the machine, fabricated by society. We get by, on our own greed, weve lost our own identity. Theres nothing here that makes you worthy. Theres nothing worthy that you have left. This filth is making it hard to breathe. This filth is making it hard to believe.
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