I walk on broken glass
I step on dying kings
I see their bags are packed
With cuts of mirrors
I walk on broken glass
All skin open wide
They take my child
And make me walk in line
In line on broken glass
I walk on broken glass
I Walk On Broken GlassI walk on broken glass I step on dying kings I see their bags are packed With cuts of mirrors I walk on broken glass All skin open wide They take my child And make me walk in line In line on broken glass I walk on broken glass |