Bungled And Botched

Silent and still, fallen to the floor,
Light bleeding in through the cracks in the wall.
Watching this cold crazy world spin around,
Trying to wake this sleeping ghost town.

Watching the faceless wander around,
Aimlessly marching, eyes fixed on the ground.
Shoes split open, souls worn to the bone,
Lost in their ways, not even knowing.

We’re hopelessly lost, enslaved by the lying,
Not really living, not really dying.
Caught by delusion, chained to the crowd,
Too bungled and botched to ever get out.

Stumble to my feet, collapse into bed,
The things that I’ve seen, dance in my head.
The desperate unnamed, living their dreams,
Just enough rope, so they think they are free.

Step after step, they all march in a line,
Delightfully compliant, and in perfect time.
Two dollar disguises, hide their despair,
And the pills they swallow, make sure they don’t care.

We’re hopelessly lost, enslaved by the lying,
Not really living, not really dying.
Caught by delusion, chained to the crowd,
Too bungled and botched to ever get out.

The day slowly fails, the night quickly falls,
Another cross on the wall that means nothing at all.
We’re taught not to question, taught not to think,
These pointless puppets on dollar bill strings.

You crawl out of bed, to start over again,
The same old days, doing the same old things.
You’re told you’re happy, but you can’t be sure,
You’re living a life, but it might not be yours.

We’re hopelessly lost, enslaved by the lying,
Not really living, not really dying.
Caught by delusion, chained to the crowd,
Too bungled and botched to ever get out.

Too bungled and botched to ever get out.
Too bungled and botched to ever get out.