Glass Man
The poor boy was walking down the lane in need of a cure
The tricked feelings of his were so pure
Drops of tears were everywhere on the road
Focus or we'll be caught in a bit or more
Loud so loud as if his voice was circlin' in a hall
The lonely gypsy was about to fall
Tryin' to find his way out of this role
Started to act like another toy
Like a rough cough that you through it out of your chest
The wrapped package of thoughts with its long length
Then you see the Glass Man beside you is sent to show you your face
What it really meant
Overdosed on the taken routine life
Looks upon the show and admires the man of his kind
Searchin' only seekin' for searchin' only for some peace
Tryin' to make them, make them all believe
Like a rough cough that you through it out of your chest
The wrapped package of thoughts with its long length
Then you see the Glass Man beside you is sent to show you your face
What it really meant