The Mannequins

Your face retain bad features in bright flashlight
And you dance, not knowing if you're dead or alive
Bodies twist in sounds of noise, flicker turqoise
Broken typewriter leaping over time
Doesn't matter here, sin is not mine
Feel the hot rush and melt in dusk
Among the statues and mannequins lies your task
And aren't you a mannequin too?

Mannequin's dreams

Venomous substances, convulsions fit
Incision of laughing mouth, eyes are morbid
Gushed lifeblood, continuing joy
The house paid for fun in their boys
Somebody performs his phantasmal bite
He is who killed Mister Moonlight
Away speeding phantasmal screams, the dreams of yours...



Credits
Writer(s): Wentzel Rollmann
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