Let the Dead Bury Their Own

As my weary eyes give in I become entranced. A day completed now and so I give it back a glance. Every chance I'm given, I break it all apart I break it all apart I'll break this all apart. I can be your monster or your hero it depends upon my heart. If I was all that smart I would break myself apart. We've lived so gawky from the start and handled stones in this glass cage, these last days are fast paced please hurry up and wait. Don't believe a word I tell you; I'm a liar, just kidding. I love dichotomies and irony and riddles in the city. Hey, I once escaped a mind trap and regretted it... because a mind trap only benefits if you simply stay embedded in it. So instead of salvation, I live in a glass prison, waiting for the walls to crack like windows and have what I'm hiding from come and take me.