Glass House

 

When you rust red like blood I wonder –

Whose house is this a spell I’m under.

Who’s wrapped in bed and sweetly sleeping.

I carve my name into the ceiling.

 

Chorus

You’ll always control me

You’ll always control

You’ll always control me

You’ll always have control

 

Take my madness beneath your heel even if it begs.

Painting myself in all four corners.

Near the farthest room from the front door.

Whose house is this a gift was promised.

Future structures till we all vanish.

 

Chorus

My life in this glass house impossible to get out.