Malfunction on the way Home

Broken toys
shattered glass
stare into the empty living room

audio automatic voice
a glance at the outer-class
top it of with a cross-like tomb

your shiny decorations
your blood-stained medications
your intimidating predictions
fill me up with this

underneath the basement
trapped by a little dancer
no one ever answers

my heart fixed in the pavement
I can't move any further
no one cures the cancer

static on the TV
fluctuating electric currents
the living in the room seems too dead

the cracked shell of a good dream
the smell of wet cement
the progress gets you early to bed