• Trapped in the glass, unaware,
    of the people's constant stare,
    Walking around, life is closing in,
    and you know it's too late, you're not going to win,
    The evil is pouring, on top of your head,
    suffocating, I think you'll soon be dead,
    All of a sudden, the pouring ends,
    and the broken bones and lungs start to mend,
    quickly and happily, the life is coming back,
    and soon it will start over, like an attack,
    If the sands of evil start raining on life,
    you must wait through the sadness and the strife,
    and soon the hourglass will turn,
    and you know your lesson you have learned.