Church of Broken Glass - Hammers of Misfortune

Thought I had a prayer down in this church

Of broken glass

But I awoke

To find myself asleep

And in glass, my soul to keep

Close-up of the floor down in this church

Of broken glass

Somewhere to pray

And spend all night

Strangling all day

So the fire expires this way

I thought I heard your voice down in this church

Of broken glass

So I returned

And the faithful still remained

But of you I heard no trace

But there’s thirst to slake

And vows to break

And the fire expires this way

For today