Glass Kid- by: Unknown forgetten

Glass child with smooth soft skin
Eat the glass, which is switched on your food.
And you hear angels roaring!
The glasshards in your stomach
Kills you for sure

Glass child with the taste for the life
Eat a bottleneck
The throat is torn up to the pieces
The blood, which pours out of your opening, could fill a bath tub
Hear the angel cry for joy!

To go glass child with any place to go
Go on roads of the broken glass
Hear the angels be pleased!
Each step, which forces far another piece inside more
and you'll be feeling it in your bones perforating
The trace of the torn meat takes you back home

Glass child, who would like to be pure
Shower in a gush of the glass
Wipe your good face off down
Glass fragments in a forced manner under your eyelids
Clean behind your ears
And you do not hear you do not see the angels any longer

Glass child with high hopes and dreams
Go sleeping in a bed of the broken windowpanes
Roll over slowly, or it cuts your back opened right
For a cover a load of the crushed crystal goods
Sleep firmly, which I can see by it, you're bleeding