James Dean Video (MV)

I've been trying to sleep
But my eyelids are made of plastic
And they just won't shut
And I just want to rest
But these suits want my cadaver dancing
To eke out a buck
And it's so obscene
The way they twist, and play
And shape me in plasticine
James Dean
I guess I wouldn't be the first
To be dug up for the crowd
Raise me
What would Lazarus be worth
If he had stayed in the ground?
If my life ends up being worthless
I'm thinking in my death
Maybe I'll have a purpose
But they'd still whore me out
For a dime in their purses
Pretending like my stress and regrets
Even matter to them, saying
"Dust can't do a scene
And skeletons can't sing
James Dean
All these cameras, and all these lights
And all this press, so conspired
Raise me
Make it look like I'm alive
But the truth is, I'm so
Tired
I've had enough
Of living as photographs
And voodoo dolls
It's too much
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep