Look how little has changed
Since the last time
I played myself
Can't say
That it takes
The sting
Away
If life was a game
I could have saved it
Spared myself
Disgrace and distraction
Glass cathedral
Screaming in pain
There's no good reason
For feeling this way
Gave up deceiving
Too little, too late
Frostbitten fingers
Disease and decay
Liquid running down my hands
Oxygen and silicone fracture
Glass cathedral
Screaming