I can see myself

in a house of glass

there's no hope

there's no past



Standing to my middle

in a lake without pain

using my hands

controlling the waves



Is it time to wake up

or time to die

in the glasshouse



Above my head

there's a light so strong

a perfect blue sky

I'm all alone



Feeling so quiet

no sound no tears

you can't touch me

I'm feeling so clean