Glass House

This one is very long. This one is also old, kind of like Painter, but it's one of my favorites too.

My glass home has fractures riddled inside,

It's made of my dreams and the demons that hide,

From the daylight that's why they haunt me at night,

The sound of their claws keep my locked up in fright,

 

Would it be right to let them in and consume my life,

And to lose sight of everything but this sensless fight,

This fight is mine as they surround this place on all sides,

Closing in, smelling the fear I have inside,

 

I take a step back into the nightmare where they reside,

I see no sunlight, I sit down and cry, but when I open my eyes,

I see them lick their teeth knowing I have no time,

To make it out of this f*****g reality alive,

 

So I look into the sky and see an angel in disguise,

Telling me my crimes have cut my wings to let me fly,

I tell him lies to try and get him to save my life,

But he knows they're just lies to save my a*s on the line,

 

I hear the walls around me slowly start to crack,

As I'm fighting this war defensless on my back,

What do I lack to track these monsters on their path,

So I can be ahead of their sly, cute little plans,

 

I don't care if I'm a man I just want to stand,

Up on my feet trying to chant to myself "I can",

So I can get some fresh breath and throw up this sand,

That's ripped my insides up since the day I appeared on this land,

 

The gashes are getting wider as I hear the flak,

Rain upon this glass house that's been under attack,

For all the years I've let go of every chance,

I love the constant feeling of stepping on these tacks,

 

It soothes the noises ringing my ears making me quiver and crash,

Each claw I hear scraping is louder than the last,

Each scream reminds me of my dirty little past,

This house starts to fall around me as I watch the glimmer of the fallen glass.

 

The sparkles blind me as they rain heavy to the floor,

The heads trample on everything I've learned to fight for,

My body shivers from the crackle of all the dreams and hopes,

That were holding together the bits and pieces of my home,

 

My body now paralyzed, they turned me into a drone,

I get to do all their dirty work and come back all alone,

Build this place back up, wall by wall, door by door,

The bore in my chest is sore, I don't feel human anymore,

 

I don't think I'll ever come back from this sickening war,

The imprints on my mind from all the traumatizing horror,

I want off this floor so I can look for more,

But instead I'm chained up as their personal w***e,

 

This is the lore of why I'm crazy to the rotten core,

You've heard all this before but I want to show you more,

I want to show you all! The exact reasons why,

My faith was in anything but the seemingly perfect sky.