Glasshouse Children

Glasshouse children, throwin' stones

We're not willing, to leave the pain alone

All this shattered glass laying in the past

Reflecting off the fallen ceiling

Just mirrors how I'm feeling

Glasshouse children

The black gate at the bottom of a long driveway

It's just as hard to get inside as it is to get away

A house atop the hill

Bright white paint

Looks pretty as a picture but Lord knows it ain't

'Cause it's hidden bottles and wasted dollars

And broken-hearted sons and daughters

Do you think we're paying for the sins of our fathers still?

Glasshouse children, throwin' stones

We're not willing to leave the pain alone

All this shattered glass laying in the past

Reflecting off the falling ceiling

Just mirrors how I'm feeling

Glasshouse children

I'd say I was forever changed after the fall of '99

I got exposed at two years old, to demons in my mama's eyes

They were drawn to her cause she was beautiful

Unlike anything they'd ever seen

So they tore down all our curtains and lit em' up with gasoline, yeah

Glasshouse children, throwin' stones

We're not willing to leave the pain alone

All this shattered glass laying in the past

Reflecting off the falling ceiling

Just mirrors how I'm feeling

Glasshouse children

Oh, it just mirrors how I'm feeling

Like Glasshouse children

Yeah, yeah

The black gate at the bottom of a long driveway

It's just as hard to get inside as it is to get away