Worn out Mannequin (Black Tornado Session live)

I was marching on
Like this blood along
It was madness and
It belongs where I go
Like a show, it's my mirror
Stuck in its reflection
It's the road I choose
It's the...
I am marching on
And they sing along
It's my madness and
It belongs where I go
Like a show, it's my mirror
Stuck in its reflection
It's the road I choose
It's the...

You beg me for my soul
Dig deeper to see
These deep wounds shaking me
Forever I am, forever I cannot see
A self-made narrative
These wounds keep on
Naked and buried, I finally feel
My mind still says
My soul still speaks
Please let me be

You beg me for my soul
Dig deeper to see
Who I need to deliver
And it makes me bleed
You whisper your attack
Whisper liars
Share your blood with me
And swallow fire
Keep in mind, I was still a whole
Beat that vanity at God's feet

Leaving the silence
Behind us all then
I lay my body down to hear the sound
I don't belong here
I don't belong
Leaving the quiet
Behind us all then
I lay my body down to hear the sound
I don't belong here
I don't belong
I don't belong here
I don't belong

You beg me for my soul
Dig deeper to see
Who I need to deliver
And it makes me bleed
You whisper your attack
Whisper liars
Share your blood with me
And swallow fire
Keep in mind, I was still a whole
Beat that vanity at God's feet

We are here
We are...

Every night so confused
Trapped in my own abuse
Courtesy, courtesy
Dark and blistered
Worn-out mannequin, the end
Worn-out mannequin
Worn-out mannequin, the end
Worn-out mannequin, the end
Worn-out mannequin