Glass House - Fallujah

Give me

Give me something real

That doesn’t sing for praise

Doesn’t have to fight

For validation’s sake

Wake up

I take offense at my culture

Critics and concubines of fame

I see such disillusionment on display

But what if they could see

The life you hide away?

Would you apologize for what you’ve become?

Your obsession with yourself

Began to hollow out

Your life

Your pride

Shatter around you now

To expose all you hide

This is all I have

No life

No pride

There is nothing left

There is nothing left

Your life

Your pride

Shatters around you

To expose all you hide

She’s comatose in memory

Violent and cunning with deceit

This winter never turned to spring

All I hear are footsteps

As you walk away

And I hear your footsteps

As you walk away

As you walk away