40 Grit

Holding my hands over my eyes
Blackout sunrise, Blackout this time, my time.
Time to feed sneaky glass face to me
Lend my lies to me and ask why
Ive fallen down, I am now too weak
To carry on to my next.
Go away, leave for a while.
I leave it behind, Im killing in style.
Fall down to brave, get up, meditate
I leave it behind, dont ask me why.
Ask me why - sneaky glass face
Id like to feed upon the dead that laugh at demise.
Like a soul thats been shot out to the skies.
Burn a bitter reward Ive never seen before
Pulling and pushing. Winners and sinners.
The rest of the would.
Like a ticking time bomb thats set to explode
One look at you now I start to ingore
Dampen my apology for stepping on you.
Your obsolete ways are killing me in a way
Youre killing me anyway
Holding your hands over your eyes.
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[ Sneaky Glass Face Lyrics ]