Yves L'Roux Dante - the glass house

The Glass House is where many of us stop to rest
To keep ourselves from burning
The pressure of the hot sun is gleeming onto our skin
Slowly melting it to pieces
We start to realize that what we though was safe
Turned right against us
And I play the game for a lost star
And I beat myself
Playing games in the glass house
It got me sick, again
Love your self today, or not
Couldn't wait for the rain
My falcon facade
Watch it fly away
Because pebbles are breaking my glass house
And it cracked my shoulder
And I wait for so long
For the basket of skulls
And maybe an emergnecy call
To get me out of here
Get me out of here
Get me out of here, please
Get me out of here
Get me out of here
Please leave my glass house
Old friends
Father
Righteous man
I need to be alone
For a while
If not for forever
I'm cold
I'm hungry
I feel alive
But I know that I'm dead than his own trap

Written by:
Balog Zsombor

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