Surface scratches on counters and walls
I see them burn my eyes
See my invasion of the plexi-glass stalls
The slow fermenting sties
See my invasion of the working class zoo
As I connect the line
A thousand faces and a lot more to lose
Her destiny was mine

I didn't rape her
She wanted it
She said she got it my head
I didn't start her
She started it
Now she's as good as dead... the sheets are red
She said she had me by the ass
And that she always knew
That nothing's ever behind glass
There's nothing to see through
Nobody ever saw themselves
That way that I saw her
But now the glass is shattering
And now she's not so sure

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