Welcome to the kingdom of the flawless
Where silence rules and virtue’s lawless
They crown you clean, but cut your skin
With plastic praise and mannequin grins…
Velvet skin and silicone grace
Pearly-white truth with a mannequin face
Teeth too bright and a tongue too smooth
Cameras blink and the cracks don’t move
Strike a pose, swallow your doubt
Flesh don’t matter when the lights burn out
Bow your head and strike your pose
Truth is dead, but beauty grows
Paint your sins in glassy gold
And smile like secrets never told
🎭 This is the Mannequin Kingdom
Where silence screams in rhythm
Fake it till you’re holy
Praise the plastic throne, my only
Stare too long, you’ll lose your soul
Watch the broken play their roles
Glory forged in fashion’s fire
We die pretty — dressed in liars
Feathers, lashes, glitter guns
March to beat of branded drums
“Truth is trauma, style is king”
Bury the ugly, worship the bling
Pin your fears to velvet walls
Edit your cries to echo halls
Pose like pride, breathe like shame
Die with nothing — but a name
Curtain’s up and crown’s in place
Tears don’t show on porcelain face
Sold your scream for filtered fame
Whisper soft — the world’s a stage
🎭 This is the Mannequin Kingdom
Where silence screams in rhythm
Clap your hands in broken time
Bleed your soul and call it shine
Walk the aisle with wired grace
Tape your truth beneath your face
Glory costs your beating chest
But darling — doesn’t fake look best?
Smile. Wink. Pose. Pray.
Bleed. Bleach. Break. Slay.
Shhh… they’re watching.
Cry pretty, darling.
Mirror, mirror — crack the frame
The King is hollow. Long live the game.
🎭 This is the Mannequin Kingdom
Where silence screams in rhythm
Cage the raw / crown the clean
Kill the beast, then sell the dream
Sing the anthem, stitched in chrome
Choke on thrones and call it home
If truth’s a sin — then lie divine
But I still breathe, and that’s mine
Long live the pretty…
Long live the king…
Long live the silence…
that taught me to sing.
SLAUGHTER
