Glass

It's made with delicate touch how delicate can it be you see, how's it made You see how it brakes Glass. The amount of pressure You put on it, brake Into a million different pieces When it breaks the reaction is angry, sad, all the whys And what happened When it finally broke It's so delicate they say But how delicate can it be You see how it made You see how it breaks How transparent glass can be The amount of pressure of Unholy truth in pieces Until it breaks the glass