Tunnel Vision - Broadside

I’m penniless but somehow useful

Tell me where I fit in

You’re reaching out for something useful

But you keep caving in

Raised on television screens

Glossy vision like a dream

But it seems that things are not

Hollywood make believe candy coated misery

Swept under the rug

Unlock my cage

And set the stage

But not tonight

They say the good die young

Tunnel vision, no exception

Just use me till I’m done

Tunnel vision, no exception

Lie to me, lie to me

So this puppet can dance now

Mistook your faith for love

And cut my strings on the way out

Overworked, trying to fit in

Late nights are just a blur

I look around cause now I fit in

This hall of fame is cursed

Manipulated by a dream

What does it really mean

When the knives stuck in your back

Are the same ones that you need to defend from enemies

Caesar’s final act

Unlock my cage

And set the stage

But not tonight

They say the good die young

Tunnel vision, no exception

Just use me till I’m done

Tunnel vision, no exception

Lie to me, lie to me

So this puppet can dance now

Mistook your faith for love

And cut my strings on the way out

He’s got the look, he fits the mold

Market value high

Yeah, yeah give it to me

Naive soul, empty pockets, and desperation

Yeah, I’ll do anything

Oh yeah, I’ll do anything

Yeah, I’ll do anything

They say the good die young

Tunnel vision, no exception

Just use me till I’m done

They say the good die young

Tunnel vision, no exception

Just use me till I’m done

Tunnel vision, no exception

Lie to me, lie to me

So this puppet can dance now

Mistook your faith for love

And cut my strings on the way out

Yeah yeah, give it to me

Yeah yeah, give it to me

Yeah, I’ll do anything