Steeped in Burning Flowers Video (MV)

I think of the corridors
I lived in as a child
Long and straight with no doors
Flickering lights and cigarette smoke
Break the glass, in case of fire
Break the glass, in case of fire
Don't tell the pigs I ate their friends
Don't tell the fish I bleached their sea
Don't tell the birds that I poisoned their sky
Don't tell the plants that I salted their earth
Hold, hold, hold it together
With tape and tacks picking up the bits as they fall
Take the crutches from cripples
Blankets from babies
Take love from our mothers
Safety from crazies
Break the glass, in case of fire
Break the glass, in case of fire
But sit and listen, your plastic, counterfeit,
When even the wasps won't take the sugar on your lips
There was nothing, nothing you could do
If you leave right now it will never be too soon