Stabbing the glass shard into a vein
I feel the words left amongst my brain
Unknowing of walks closing in closer
Unaware that the danger is far from over
I can see a cliff but I never reach it
Stuck on the bridge so far beneath it
There's no way to empathize how I'm feeling
Bring a new meaning to "breaking that glass ceiling"
So I sit on the fence of what's left to believe
Knowing that most of it is meant to deceive
Because a plunder in here is membrane decay
Fearing of finding that there is no way
I know we live to die
I know we try and try
But the prism is all in our mind
I am the martyr
That guttered the slaughter
I am what haunts you the most
But you can live with me
In this prism, as ghosts
We'll see the cannons before the blow
We'll be the matches that struck
All alone in this tightening glass
Just to believe we still have good luck
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