Broken Glass

And the pain gets so much worse.
God, could it be?  Where's my hearse?
Joy and pain,
Hellish gain,
Running round
I'm a clown

Falling free to my insanity
Broken glass turns round like Ecstasy
Don't know why you won't look at me

The need's growing greater, more
I want to walk right through that door
Out of the world and fly again
But I know that's just the road to sin
God's getting closer to me
I need a taste of the cocoa leaf
Death won't even knock on my door
I feel damned and worthless forever more.

Falling free to my insanity
Broken glass turns round like Ecstasy
Don't know why you won't look at me
I just need to be free!

And the pain gets so much worse.
God, could it be?  Where's my hearse?
Joy and pain,
Hellish gain,
Running round
I'm still a clown!