Glass Houses - Children Of Bodom

Keep your enemies closer, they say

But I prefer mine dead and miles away

Wanna save the world now and right away?

Tomorrow would be better 'cause there wasn’t one today

The absence of your mind

Preaching, judging

Is hard for you to fake

Reactions of your kind

Cringing, whinging

Is too much for me to take

Ignorance is a bliss

That might be but not when you throw

Stones in a house made of glass

With your halo buried far up your ass

If a pen is mightier than a sword

I wish you luck sincerely in your world

What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger

Is a crock of shit, I’m sick of it

Sick of you, fuck you too

Distress and nothing less you breed

Confess and you’re blessed

Set free from your sin, ain’t that something?

Absolution leaves me nothing

The absence of your mind

Preaching, judging

Is hard for you to fake

Reactions of your kind

Cringing, whinging

Is too much for me to take

The absence of your mind

Preaching, judging

Is hard for you to fake

Reactions of your kind

Cringing, whinging

Is too much for me to take