These Soft Machines

These eyes
Tell lies
They hide what should not be free
Believe what you want to see

These hands
Draw plans
To escape from a devious deal
A wound they can never heal

These lips
Let slip
Revealing the signs you've missed
Were sealed with a devil's kiss

For something that starts off so soft and so clean
We abuse and misuse these soft machines
There's no in-between
For something that ends up to hurt and mislead
We'll feed it with mistrust to plant a seed
The rest we bleed

The skin
Within
We hide what we want to feel
So scared we won't ever heal

This heart
Soft part
Things caught in the web it weaves
Will die if they cannot breathe