I walk the line, black leather, silver chains I'm blinded by the fame every time I hit the stage Head bangs, beer spray, stage dives, hand waves Till the lights blow out And when they go out I'll be...
In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune In a glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion And I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't be myself And even in the spotlight you can't see that I need help
So many hands everywhere I go Tryna pull me into their frigid killing snow Their hearts are cold, my touch of flame They'll tell a lie to get higher They all want a piece of my fire
The glass box can't be broken, clearness cannot be tempting No oxygen inside so I don't know how I'm living
In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune In a glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion And I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't be myself And even in the spotlight you can't see that I need help
In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune In the glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion With everlasting motion
The glass box can't be broken, clearness cannot be tempting No oxygen inside so I don't know how I'm living
In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune In a glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion And I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't be myself And even in the spotlight you can't see that I need helpTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.