A world behind glass that music can't penetrate
Selling the dream of happinessThe price
Become plastic
Like the dolls in the window.
Mannequins are not there for people
To imagine themselves in their place
They are what we must become.
Unmoving, unfeeling, perfectly static
Still in time
Sculptures for the world to observe
Breathing photographs.
Until breathing can end too.
If only those mannequins could dance
If they heard the music and swayed
They won't
We never gave them the option.
Alive, uncontrollable, unpredictable
Words which are not good for business
Emotions are only good if they mean cash.
But music is freedom and freedom is life
If we never stop to listen
We will never be free
Never see we've become
Like the dolls in the window.

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