Mannequin - The New Regime

Never want to hear my voice of reason.

Put up another wall and make me go underground

Pull on another thread and make us unravel.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Roll out into the distance.

If you want to leave, don’t make it harder.

Even with you here, you’ve been gone elsewhere.

We’ve been in civil war for far too long now.

You’ve shown a face that I want nothing to do with.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Roll out into the distance.

Instrumental.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Roll out into the distance.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.

You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.

Roll out into the distance.