Mannequin Theory Lyrics

Wouldn't you love to relax?

Didn't you know that a stubborn man is too cheap

For that efficient kind of relief

This is the art of shedding our pitiful skin

Tell me it's only a taste of self control

But the static is just as sweet

Did you prefer the blood on your teeth?

The bitterness subsides but how long should I enjoy these dead routines

As the burdens of our youth are laid before our feet

Let's face the facts

We might as well be mannequins waiting for dopamine

A headrush to stay alive

Or maybe we're too obscene

In the way we love to fuck each other

Over and over, again and again

Cover it up with undertones

Speak with a mouthful of nails

Smiles drip with the stench of blood on your teeth

On our teeth

In a sense, it finally gets better

All I had to do was get the fuck over myself

Overpriced remedies come with those flirtatious talks with death

I'd love to feel better

Que sera whatever

Just tell me everything I wanna hear right now

Staring from the outside

A mirror distorts what's real

I haven't learned any god damn thing yeah

Tell me it's only a taste of self control

But the static is just as sweet

Did you prefer the blood?

This is the art of embracing the blood on our teeth