Take another step,
How many was that?
I can look back and count.
What happened to the shoes I once wore?
They are lost to me now.
I must put on a smile,
In front of people,
The smiles of glass,
Who else wears one?
Look at their eyes,
Is there still joy?
Or are they like most people?
Vaults… with glass smiles
The glass covers up the red,
The blood of many people’s feet,
The people that walk around,
With glass smiles and bleeding feet.
How many was that?
I can look back and count.
What happened to the shoes I once wore?
They are lost to me now.
I must put on a smile,
In front of people,
The smiles of glass,
Who else wears one?
Look at their eyes,
Is there still joy?
Or are they like most people?
Vaults… with glass smiles
The glass covers up the red,
The blood of many people’s feet,
The people that walk around,
With glass smiles and bleeding feet.
