Child of Glass - Bastions

It’s quarter past life and I am soaked in vile ideas

Grasping, squeezing, clutching, its grinding me down

We bruise before we tear

Like ether in the air

With murderous intent the mourners flock together

A fog of sickness, jesus so wide-eyed and innocent

We bruise until we tear

Like ether in the air

What have you done?

What have you ruined?

Turn the lights down

Consumed by veins, I caught the winds of failure

Consumed by veins, holding a child of glass

My arms outstretched, why are you trying to hurt me?

By your bedside I remained for days and days and days and…

I fold for you, you are forgiven

My heart was put on the line

We bruise until we tear

Like ether in the air