• Bullet shots, and broken glass.
    Why does the window look so sad?
    It's missing parts, important peices.
    And these gun holders, they're litle teases.

    They taunt you with their power, Then kick you to the curb.
    And no matter what you try, you can't get rid of the hurt.
    You are a shattered window, You've lost important mass.
    And so you lay, on the floor, like some broken glass.