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