We're porcelain puppets posing pretty
full of pain and full of pitty
we're porcelain puppets, pretend persons,
your pure, perennial, perfected versions.
Clandestine dreamers on a shelf
observing you through night and day.
Your world is turning 'round itself
just horrors, terrors, cries of dismay.
We're watching your decay.
Beauty burned into our face
(Replica) in your own likeness we are made
obliged, reduced to stay in place
everlasting even if you fade.
We're watching your decay.
By porcelain puppets prophecy
erase yourself and we'll be free
from our predecessors puppetry.
Please eat that fruit from the poisonous tree.
We're watching your decay.
In the soft dust of aeons is our bed
fragile yet immortal
we'll preserve your image
We've seen your decay.
