Bad Actors

We are the broken branches that used to bear the fruit
Of endless toil and unwavering pursuit
Torn from the soil and taught to entertain
And sold for so much less than the price of our disdain

As we were kept from knowing what these walls contain
You couldn't keep from showing your well rehearsed foreplay
Torn from the soil and given melted wings
You couldn’t keep from showing the truth a lie can bring
Who am I to complain?

These walls close in stealing air from all within
Sold back, so what? You took your cut
And this is all that matters

We are the broken branches that used to bear the fruit
Of simpler times when there weren't contracts out on our youth
Torn from that soil and taught to sign our name
Force fed by invitation, anticipating fame
Am I to blame?

These walls close in stealing air from all within
Sold back, so what? You took your cut
And this is all that matters
These walls close in