The sky is dark but the sun is highnVenus fly trap: the apple of your eyenI was so close; maybe I was too boldnThis city's streets are paved with Fool's goldnYour blank face feigns ignorance poorlynI'm still waiting for the rest of the storynnCHORUS:nMannequins filing in and out blamingnConsequences on nobody worth namingnEverything to lose and nothing to gain, it'snGetting worsenThere's nothing leftnnAll these puppets come off the production linenDon't be late because it's coming up to ninenCan't you see you're trapped in this enclosure?nI've suffered from the regular exposurenArtificial street lights seem to fool the peoplenBlack clouds brew over the feeblennCHORUS:nMannequins filing in and out blamingnConsequences on nobody worth namingnEverything to lose and nothing to gain, it'snGetting worsenThere's nothing left