You built a castle of confidence,

the confidence of innocence, 

the innocence of ignorance,

and the ignorance of hope.

 

You hope the castle into a fortress,

yet the first stone still is cast

by the sinner and the brazen;

see? - already, there's a scratch.

 

More stones, more scratches, 

if you can't beat' em, join' em,

throw stones from the inside,

self-manipulate, self-mutilate,

implode.

 

Till you're left dancing.

Yes, dance in blood and shards. 

Only don't look up, avoid the dreaded sun;

for it shines on the answer of no mercy:

it was you all along--

 

--you built it out of glass.