Broken Tools
We are told to live by unspoken rules
And expected to work with broken tools
Twisted times of lovers' lies
Burrowed shallow 'neath hated ties
Alone together in this civil war
The safe zones' deafening silence roars
Friendly fire is our only choice
When criminal justice is the peoples' voice
We're sold furtive by unspoken rules
And left to play with broken tools
My dream life was found missing
Amidst the controlled chaos
Sleep walking, empty promising
Suicide victim of a double-cross
The false facts are half naked
Crash landing on a lead balloon
The second best of constant changes
Is the open secret of old news
We scold fictive by unspoken rules
And swallow it down with broken tools
Act natural in this virtual reality
The tough love is bitter sweet
The dry tears of a sad smile
Grow small until sight unseen
The sharp curve of round edges
A nameless title of a holy man
Almost certain as a wet towel
The numb feeling from a baby grand
We're controlled captives of unspoken rules
And sleep in our beds of broken tools
