These crumbling eyes full of cracks
Are only good at seeing slander
They spin, they spin, how they spin!
Which person did they see then and back then?
Brittle as they are, they’re just collapsing
And I’m waiting for the time
When they’ll break down completely
On nights when my tears spill over
Nothing can pierce my shell but outrageous lies—
Those pierce me
They pierce me
Ah...