Playing with dolls

I know a ghost made
Of scattering lightbeams
Aloof of its own fraying at the seams
Broken again and
Broken again
“When will someone put me back together again??”

No
It won’t change
Nothing will change
I’m just too old to be
Playing with dolls

I wish that I could shut my brain right off
To stop my soul from spilling out it
Yeah I’m better off without it
And I fell in love with nothing
Just a bag that’s used for punching

And when the skin tore
It would reveal more
About where you go when you die
Said “there’s no after!” followed by laughter
Who in their right mind would really wanna live twice???

Why
Would you die
For your sins
What a wastе of death to be
Playing with dolls
No
It won’t change
Nothing will changе
Yes I’m just to old to be
Playing with dolls

I wish that I could peel my face right off
I guess the fear of being wanted
Beats the fear of being stupid
And the ladder stumbles out the kitchen
Bruised and humbled slightly
Yelling “pain is gonna get you in the end.”