Words (tribunal)

Words as houses, words you can't blow away, it's a country where no cheek can be kissed. Your smile will die when it falls on a face. They want your words, and only words, the truth, nothing but the truth, there is a question, therefore an answer, in this world. You tell the truth and lie, you tell a lie and lie, you tell the story and it becomes true, walled up, word by word, still no kiss, no smile. I wake up, I know it's a nightmare yet I'm not quite certain. I call it my tribunal nightmare.