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 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