Mannequin Man
The fear I feel is real
The pain I have to hide
Frozen in a silent scream
All motion is denied
A suit to cloak my cuts
This sacrificial goat
A belt across my back
A tie around my throat
Behind this pane of glass
No one can see me cry
Each day drones on and on
While the crowd passes by
So come a little closer
You'll see just who I am
I'm both your whipping boy
And your Mannequin Man
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