All the broken people waiting,
For one to fix their life,
More getting broken every day,
In manufactured strife,
Turning on each other now,
Driven to it in their pain,
Too busy with their fighting,
In the manufactured rain,
They can’t see the ones who broke them,
They can’t hear each other’s cries,
Because they have been blinded,
By the manufactured lies,
They were told somebody broke them,
And to blame them for their fate,
Makes them a ready target,
For the manufactured hate.