Beholder -

Even while the glass is steamed up

Even while the glass is steamed up

Counting the days to start

Start counting of breaths

Cannot wait to be outside

Just to smell the air

Folded hands, restless feet, unconscious fear

And I could hurry up and pick the lock

Well, but I’ve gotta piss

I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it

Stay there for a while, cause I’ve got to piss

Breathing on the glass

And looking at my precious gift

Dreaming, wishing, anxious child

Then I’m getting sick

Shaking knees, dry heaves, unhealthy feel

And I should reach out and take it away

Well, but I’ve gotta shit

I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it

Stay there for a while, cause I’ve got to shit

Even while the glass is steamed up

Even while the glass is steamed up

Expecting the unexpected

Even while the glass is steamed up

Playing the spectator

In a blink of an eye