The glass finally met the ground
Stared deep in the form of smithereens
Who else was there to witness the fall down?
Burnt pictures are making marks in the bin
Words of such was chosen leaving innocence
Lose it all but the world's still in spin
The joke's really on the shattered glass
Stop before it's too far and too deep
Catch the second that never ticked past
The face of trust is carved so ever deeply
A new skin reforms but distorts
Paranoia in action is not exactly friendly
Left is what burns up the violence
And violence cannot play its games
So now's the time to enjoy the silence