Like Broken Glass
Kirk Windstein, Crowbar
To the nines
Prepare myself fro drowning
Anytime
I made my own world
Losing it
I rob myself of everything
Destroying my body and my mind will fail
I drawn to the sound of broken glass
Drawn to the taste of broken glass
Stillborn again
Enemy
I see my own reflection
Look at me
I made my own wounds
Live alone
Survive in isolation
Poison my body and my mind will fail