Lyric In The Glasshouse

I can see myself
in a house of glass
there s no hope
there s no past
Standing to my middle
in a lake without pain
using my hands
controlling the waves
Is it time to wake up
or time to die
in the glasshouse
Above my head
there s a light so strong
a perfect blue sky
I m all alone
Feeling so quiet
no sound no tears
you can t touch me
I m feeling so clean