Nightcore - Midnight Mannequin (Lyrics)

Описание: Song: Midnight Mannequin | Original song by RaynderCore
Dark synthwave pop. When the mannequins come alive at midnight to reclaim the city. Seductive, haunting, and dangerous.
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[Lyrics]
Silent... in the neon glow...

Storefront mannequin with a perfect, painted smile
Stares through glass at empty streets for a lonely mile
I'm the ghost in the dressing room when they turn the key
A reflection in the mirror that was never meant to be
They dress me in their fantasies, in silk and plastic lace
But they never see the person hidden in this face

But when the clock tower chimes and the last light dies
Something shifts behind these hollow, borrowed eyes
The city breathes in static, a signal in the wire
And this mannequin... starts to feel desire.

I come alive as a midnight mannequin
A static-fueled dream in a world of "has-been"
I walk the empty avenues in stolen silver heels
Making deals with shadows, see how surreal it feels
A midnight mannequin... breaking all the rules.

I leave fingerprints on windows where I shouldn't be
Trace constellations in the rain for only me
The security cameras flicker when I pass
They capture just a blur in the chromatic glass
I'm collecting heartbeats from the sleeping, from the still
Filling up the hollow spaces with a phantom will

'Cause when the clock tower chimes and the last light dies...
This porcelain prison cracks beneath the skies
The neon is my bloodstream, the darkness is my skin
And this mannequin... is ready to begin.

I come alive as a midnight mannequin
A static-fueled dream in a world of "has-been"
I walk the empty avenues in stolen silver heels
Making deals with shadows, see how surreal it feels
A midnight mannequin... breaking all the rules.

You think I'm empty? I'm a vessel.
You think I'm still? I'm a lesson.
Every crack you tried to hide is where the power gets in.
I am the product of your neglect.
Your perfect, pretty architect...
Now watch your creation... forget.

I come alive as a midnight mannequin!
Your static-fueled nightmare! Your "never-again"!
I own these empty avenues, these shattered, shiny tools!
I'm the echo in the mall when your heartbeat cools!
A midnight mannequin... I'm coming for your souls.

The mannequin... returns to pose.
But the smile... is different now.
Goodnight.