E Am Plastic mannequins i've seen had really deap blue eyes Their plastic hearts was chained by the silver ice C B C B May be they will come to life after lonesome hours Em C Bm Am And will touch me with their mouth
Em G Government in my head Loosing power's threads C Bm Blind control screams of death C Bm Em My insides's emptyness
I don't want imagine it I only think of you And the spurs of madness in my head decrease review Conversation kills illusions turning into dust QuickSand time only pasting past
Gnome have taken walk into my television head He was thinking he'll meet there very handsome lad But he've only found into my skull a gratefull dead It's very hard when your soul is bled