Glass

“….There you go, you did it again!

You act as if there´s blinders on your eyes.

Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?!

Oh, did I crack your shell?

When it falls away, you´ll see we exist as well!

Like a bottle with the cork stuck,

your true ingredients trapped inside.

Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,

I guess the hard shell represents your pride.

Oh, if only it could be different

we could uncover the you, you deny.

Between two, a small discrepancy,

one complicates and one simplifies.

TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!...”

Incubus (S.C.I.E.N.C.E.)