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Don’t walk home alone at night,
Though even monsters roam in the morning;
Courage bubbles in the will to fight,
Though we’re prey to the dying light.
They’re faceless people,
And we’re voodoo dolls;
All mannequins,
Subject - to whims of the strings.
It’s not only strangers that are monsters too,
faces that sink familiar;
And even though no debt is due,
In their will, does chaos brew.
They’re faceless people,
And we’re voodoo dolls;
All mannequins,
Prancing around in the thickest skins.
Reverence will get you far,
To worship the strong, the mighty, the coward;
Never wish upon a star,
Accept that leashes are meant to scar.
They’re faceless people,
And we’re voodoo dolls;
All mannequins,
They rule the world
They are our kings.