Defective Toy

believing there is something different fighting off indifferent moments never one to truly conform always seemed outside the norm nothing seems to be going right awake in dreams all day and night like a puppet on a string you tried to play with me with every devious , unmoral thought I know exactly who I fought the natural flow can seem out of sync your bondage chains connecting links mental games and mental wars influence the crack of emotional trap doors your playing field for girls and boys just one of the devils defective toys violence and hatred , death and disease emptiness hungers , suffering for peace internal battles rage , just another ploy being one of the devils , defective toys