Peering through the window Some one shut the door The panes are painted black Gray matter on the floor Don't dare to break the glass They'll put a bullet
Decades of the same mistakes Different situations but the same politics Running us down with your frightening ways Too many worlds that never learned
Whirling images strike deep within my head And shattered aspirations of a different kind carnage in the image of the message that we send Just pathetic
Staring through stained glass Upon hallowed ground I wonder what I'm staring at I wonder what I am... The panes are clear Yet all I see is gray I thought
Hold back your thoughts again Turn on that box again Those neon lights again Hold back your thoughts again Dont let yourself be fooled by them Do you
