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Lyrics:

                                                  
V1
Every glance, every word, under scrutiny by the crowd 
Caught up in reflections of mirrors and doubts
No thoughts of our own, we’re slaves of the screen 
Molded by opinions, trapped in a plastic sheen


CH
Beneath the perfect surface, lies an imperfect entity
A silent cry for our own identity 
Frozen in rules, but we want to be flawed 
The manikins have cracks in their facade

V2
Enough of the show, it's time to break the mold
To live our lives, unscripted and bold
No longer content to be your dolls on display
We gonna be real, and come what may

CH
Beneath the perfect surface, lies an imperfect entity
A silent cry for our own identity 
Frozen in rules, but we want to be flawed 
The manikins have cracks in their facade

BRIDGE
Shedding our plastic skins, we embrace the raw
Feeling the pulse, every nerve, every flaw

CH
Beneath the perfect surface, lies an imperfect entity
A silent cry for our own identity 


Beneath the perfect surface, lies an imperfect entity
A silent cry for our own identity 
Frozen in rules, but we want to be flawed 
The manikins have cracks in their facade

CH
Beneath the perfect surface, lies an imperfect entity
A silent cry for our own identity 
Frozen in rules, but we want to be flawed 
The manikins have cracks in their facade



Frozen in rules, but we want to be flawed 
The manikins have cracks in their facade



(facade... facade...)
(oh-oh)