watch the weary world with greyscale eyes
with a pocket full of lint
confined to a puzzle where the pieces don't fit
stare into a broken mirror
reflecting shards of fear
i see the worker bees buzzing in circles
i see the clouds swell with synthetic disease
a visionless man can't balance the scale
the court of conscience slips secrets on the gavel
lie just beyond my fingertips
watch the weary world with greyscale eyes
with a pocket full of lint
confined to a puzzle where the pieces don't fit
stare into a broken mirror
reflecting shards of fear