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Behind The Glass

I'm trapped behind a wall of glass
On display for everyone to see
My flaws are here, just like open wounds
To be picked at for sadistic needs

Screaming my rage, pounding against the slab
Desolation is my destiny
Either misery or apathy
Lost in myself as I reach for the ax

The house is haunting and screws are turning
In the dark when our pyres are burning
My synapse has relapsed
Breaking the spirit without warning

I stare back from behind the glass
And can see smiling faces, grinning truth
Step back, the cracks are getting bigger
Because I am surely coming through

I'm smearing the wall with my bloody fist
Lacerations seem like destiny
Witness tragedy when gravity
Of situations compile on the list

Pictures are haunting and screws are turning
In the dark when our pyres are burning
My synapse has relapsed
Breaking my spirit without warning

The glass is beneath my feet
Crushed into fine powder
I am free in the darkness
The madness inside you

How does it feel behind the glass
Exposed to the laughter
And the ghosts of the past?
The devil in your head
Speaking and getting stronger
Breaking down your will
Until you can't stand it any longer

BECOME YOUR OWN ENEMY

The house is haunting and screws are turning
In the dark when our pyres are burning
My synapse has relapsed
Breaking the spirit without warning

The house is haunting and screws are turning
In the dark when our pyres are burning
The synapse has relapsed
Breaking your spirit without warning

BECOME YOUR OWN ENEMY
AND BE JUST LIKE ME