I sold my soul to my shadow Without knowing the consequence So naive, I was a child I volunteered my innocence
And my skeleton Has become cement And it won’t be long Till’ the flesh is gone And the mold is cast Taking shape so fast I’m ready now (at last)
Under the skin and bone Took my face when the blood starts slowing I’m turning into stone Halfway there, might as well keep going I’m in a gallery, I’m behind a glass No touching me, those days have passed now But who will love me when the night is over? And I’m just a sculpture
No more running through the garden I can’t hide in my mother’s arms One by one, my fingers harden A freestanding work of art
And my skeleton Has become cement And it won’t be long Till’ the flesh is gone And the mold is cast Taking shape so fast I’m ready now (at last)
Under the skin and bone Took my face when the blood starts slowing I’m turning into stone Halfway there, might as well keep going I’m in a gallery, I’m behind a glass No touching me, those days have passed now But who will love me when the night is over? And I’m just a sculpture
It’s too late, cheeks opaque To my tears are frozen I’ll take them far away My fate is chosen
Who will love me when the night is over? And I’m just a sculpture