Belle Epoque Mannequin
oh there it goes again, the rain beat down upon our face, and who
would've guessed it? we're not done. big scars covering all you see. we're
broken but not defeated, we won't back down. then the mannequins arms
started to move and it lit up like a figure holding something in his hands. i
thought it was a candle, turned out to be quicksand. i called your name,
but nothing could ever change the way you felt. who would've guessed it,
we're not done. if you could open up the sun, then you'll feel the light
inscribe your eyes. this is not a test.