Manufactured

Give her attention, give her your heart
Nobody knows she is falling apart
Under the sheets just looking for love
Looking for meaning in a strangers arms
She can be a plastic toy
Molded for you to enjoy
She is flesh without a soul
Walking dead without a home
Draw me closer, let me go
I don’t feel much anymore
Do you wander to be free?
I get lost to find relief
I can be a plastic toy
Molded for you to enjoy
I am flesh without a soul
Walking dead without a home
Are we manufactured?
Let me know
Can I pray to God and receive a soul?
Because I’ve been looking for life in all the wrong places
I know
I am not a plastic toy
Molded for you to enjoy
She is not lost at all
She’s waiting for her heart to thaw
Are we manufactured?
Let me know
Can I pray to God and receive a soul?
Because I’ve been looking for life in all the wrong places
I know