Lyrics, Vocals, and Production by Flynn Witmeyer  © 2009 Put your fashion on me Move my body for me Twist me up into a fetching pose Paint a rouge on my cheek Make it stoic and sleek I’m selling sex for the rest of my days I feel you watching my silhouette And I’m frozen I’m frozen And I’m looking back at you from the other side of the window Clean lines, glass eyes I fit you so well, I’m just your size Picture me waiting for you Picture me waiting for you In the Palace of Night With the Maidenheads’ Reich Transmissions of haunted flesh Filtering through the screens To the spaces between We’ve frozen everything that we touch And I’ve frozen even my blood so I know That I’m worthy Of your love And even now I feel your presence upon my threshold	Well I'm so perfect When I’m on display And my face is burning Down beneath the ice You’re all coming with me And even shadows will burn And our ashes will hunger For the Kingdom of the Same At Night, I dream of The Factory And all the Phantoms Can and will become All just a part of Me Twisted faces, and scattered arms Clean lines, glass eyes I fit you so well I’m just your size Picture me waiting for you I’m a mannequin I’m a mannequin I’m a mannequin I’m a mannequin I'm a mannequin
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