It didn't seem to be the time to invoke fears with made-up lies and I couldn't distinguish the feelings or even all those facts far from opinions I've built a house made out of glass to have a glimpse at this worlds end to be able to reach out and help well everyone else except myself I've built a house with thinnest walls buried myself in a building so small now everybody should be able to hear the choir of bones the hymn of my fears and I can hear them sing and I can hear them hum break the glass throw the stone but I have nowhere to go