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No one could see the distant fume

We’re fifteen and I want to maim and use

To smoke and burn and hide from life

Stop crying and stab their eyes with their lies

Like teachers draw their truth on chalkboard

Soul stains on glass call out for lord

Behind the school and the God’s house

Crosses and pentagrams made us aroused

made us aroused

Like teachers draw their truth on the chalkboard

Drawings in glass call out for the one lord

Like teachers draw their truth on the chalkboard

Drawings in glass call out for the one lord

I’m fifteen and I want

to maim and vandalize

to smoke and to burn

to hide from life

HIDE

LIFE

I drew my soul in glass

I drew my soul in glass

I drew my soul in glass

I drew my soul in glass

No class