House of Glass

My mind's a leech, and I feel so weak

My sleep was deep, and I did not dream

There is a presence here, breathing life into our fears

Russian roulette, the cylinder is full

No gods to interfere

Requiem

This will destroy you before you mourn the passing dream

Requiem

This night won't conclude

House of glass crashes down around you

Spread of self violence

Complicit in silence

Desire's subsidence

Survive by defiance against defeat

Burn it down

Sweep of a nation misguided by a righteous hand

Distorted divine

Collective suicide

Turbines aflame, like monolithic candles incandescent

In a midnight aura, convulsing bodies in a ritual

My sleep was deep, and I did not dream

Burn it down. Burn it down.

Pitch black mass

House of glass

Requiem

This will destroy you before you mourn the passing dream

Requiem

This night won't conclude

House of glass crashes down around you

Battered

Battered and scarred, post-fundamentalist humiliation

Scattered

Scattered and starved, post-indoctrination

Pitch black mass

House of glass

Burn, burn, burn it down

This will destroy you

Burn it down

Burn it to the fucking ground

(My sleep was deep, and I did not dream)