Through the Glass.

I see through the glass, Watching all your shadows pass, Drowning in the mass. They don't see the hole, Trends are just a cheap control, Static for the soul. Thick void hems me in, Black ink stains the light within, Cold skin, paper thin. I see through the glass, Watching all your shadows pass, Drowning in the mass. They don't see the hole, Trends are just a cheap control, Static for the soul. Fixed gaze on your face, Static hum in empty space, Ghost in your embrace. I see through the glass, Watching all your shadows pass, Drowning in the mass. They don't see the hole, Trends are just a cheap control, Static for the soul. Friends laugh in the hall, Writing nothing on the wall, I watch it all fall. I see through the glass, Watching all your shadows pass, Drowning in the mass. They don't see the hole, Trends are just a cheap control, Static for the soul. I don't fit... I don't fit.