Skin Deep: Mannequin Series 7

I slip your lies into my skin, beauty plastic and skin deep watched by those eyes again tonight there will be no sleep. And there's frost on the window, too cold to remember if I feel white to blue falling so low what's it mean to be real? There is more to this than breathing or at least so we believe, until hearts ripped open bleeding show us how well you can deceive. A murderer of this queen of hearts still she doesn’t shout, "Off with his head!" Murder was your greatest of arts perfected as you watched as she bled. So, I slip your lies into my skin let them cut these veins who weep, for the plastic flesh of a mannequin whose beauty was only skin deep.