Glass

Flip through the telephone look up your name

Say it three times and you appear again

The trouble with glass is it's so easy to break

But so nice to hold

A light goes out in my brain

I know it's wrong but I can't refrain

A knock on my door, a smile on my face

Knees to the floor

The string is tied

Hypnotic bind

Hypnotic bind

Cleanliness is a matter of taste

Savor it, don't waste

I know what it is it keeps me awake

I've lost control

The string is tied

Hypnotic bind x3