Sneaky Glass Face - 40 Grit

Holding my hands over my eyes

Blackout sunrise, Blackout this time, my time

Time to feed sneaky glass face to me

Lend my lies to me and ask why

I’ve fallen down, I am now too weak

To carry on to my next

Go away, leave for a while

I leave it behind, I’m killing in style

Fall down to brave, get up, meditate

I leave it behind, don’t ask me why

Ask me why — sneaky glass face

I’d like to feed upon the dead that laugh at demise

Like a soul that’s been shot out to the skies

Burn a bitter reward I’ve never seen before

Pulling and pushing.

Winners and sinners

The rest of the world

Like a ticking time bomb that’s set to explode

One look at you now I start to ignore

Dampen my apology for stepping on you

Your obsolete ways are killing me in a way

You’re killing me anyway

Holding your hands over your eyes