Talking Mannequin

Stealing a place from late nights and all screams Not in a trance but it's not what it seems Crawlin' and bleedin' still I lost the link Spillin' and spillin' still can't see Isn't life lovely, too lovely to sting Not in a thought but it's not what it seems Cheering and clapping still something's missin' Windin' and windin' still can't see Waste, waste, a replaced space Trace, trace, a wasted case I see, I see it I see, I see it What's happenin', what's happenin' Without my brain I can't tell what is true Without it I can't tell if I'm a fool Recurring nightmares tryna tell me somethin' I put a hole in my head, does it mean anythin'? Like the mannequins in the city Simply exist, watchin' and watchin' There'll be someone hearin' me There'll be understandings Like the mannequins in the city They were never born and will never be dyin' There'll be someone hearin' me There'll be understandings Don't stand too close to me I may hurt somebody, I may hurt somebody Don't stand too close to me Nothing will be on me, nothin' will be on me Agree to disagree, agree to act fake I wanted a dream state, wanted a clean slate Agree to disagree, agree to act fake I wanted a dream state, wanted a clean slate Let it waste