Manufactured - Shane

Give her attention, give her your heart

nobody knows she is falling apart

under the sheets just looking for love

looking for meaning in a strangers arms

She can be a plastic toy

molded for you to enjoy

she is flesh without a soul

walking dead without a home

Draw me closer, let me go

I don't feel much anymore

do you wander to be free?

I get lost to find relief

I can be a plastic toy

molded for you to enjoy

I am flesh without a soul

walking dead without a home

Are we manufactured?

let me know

can I pray to God and receive a soul?

because I've been looking for life in all the wrong places

I know

I am not a plastic toy

molded for you to enjoy

she is not lost at all

she's waiting for her heart to thaw