On thin panes of glass   I walk along the path   At the break of the moment I had to turn   I looked around   and I was burned   Find a knife and stab my leg   My lips will always be stuck to my head   In the back of my skull   Things get old   I sink my teeth into mold   Pick a paper pick a match   We're burning dogs down by the tracks   I take no time to change my mind   As the day creeps by slow and fast   My day is watched as if it's passed   I spend my days breaking glass   I spend my days sawing dogs in half