the teardrop factory is closed
a rusted sign suspended by worn down chains read

the teardrop factory is closed
workers and co-workers retreat to their
teapot homes and their well paved streets

the teardrop factory is closed
usually the halls fill with shattering
screams or distant wailing
but now it's as if
Sound has finally kept quiet

but behind a door on
the 25th floor was a man

peacefully asleep he was
but his bare body
seemed to think otherwise

chained both hands and feet
bruised from top to bottom
his heart had been pierced
his soul spread out on the cold floor
the burden in his pocket weighs
another pound as the minute goes by

the poor poor man stirred awake
eyes bloodshot and puffy
remembering his misery
he began to sob

the teardrop factory is now open
a rusted sign suspended by worn down chains read