Child Of Glass

It's quarter past life and I am soaked in vile ideas Grasping, squeezing, clutching, its grinding me down We bruise before we tear Like ether in the air With murderous intent the mourners flock together A fog of sickness, jesus so wide-eyed and innocent We bruise until we tear Like ether in the air What have you done? What have you ruined? Turn the lights down Consumed by veins, I caught the winds of failure Consumed by veins, holding a child of glass My arms outstretched, why are you trying to hurt me? By your bedside I remained for days and days and days and... I fold for you, you are forgiven My heart was put on the line We bruise until we tear Like ether in the air