the First Stone

We melted down our glass houses, into throwing stones/The beauty of our see through house was we never felt alone/But once it became hard to tell the mirrors from our own/We lit a fire and waved good bye to the comfort of our home

Now we’re back where we began, in the desert sand/The hands that were allowed to throw now off help instead/’Look what you made me do’ replaced with ‘Now you understand’/Outside of our glass house, throwing stones just makes me sad

Now we slowly learn to separate our soul from face/We keep the molten shards flowing quiet through our veins/Our hearts, a million splinter cells, pulse and silently wait/Until the day we don’t burn witches for not drowning in the wake