I can see myself
in a house of glass
there`s no hope
there`s no past
Standing to my middle
in a lake without pain
using my hands
controlling the waves
Is it time to wake up
or time to die
in the glasshouse
Above my head
there`s a light so strong
a perfect blue sky
I`m all alone
Feeling so quiet
no sound no tears
you can`t touch me
I`m feeling so clean
