Lyrics of My glass house

Swingin' Utters

pochette album My glass house
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Release date : 10/10/2000

Duration : 0:03:28

Style : Alternative



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While i sit alone in this room i've got crates full of sorrow
Even more filled with shadows that i fish out and ridicule when i'm felling lonely.

I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction it's phonomenal and unprecedented it's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder.

Mr. scribe, i write to you pen and penchant aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes i'm poeticlly franchised.

I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust i've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not?

I'm sure what sad is but listless i'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they either decieve or endure me i'm your little golden nugget collecting dust bored with my own stale and directed thoughts in a place where so much life and loves abound it's amazing how little tempts me from my glass house.

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