Glass House

I live in a glass house for my own safety.
Its spacious and comfortable and it just suits me.
The stones that I have are smooth and fast.
I throw them at people as they walk past.
Family cannot get in – not even my Wife.
That’s OK with me – they’re not here for Life.
Its been Tinted so dark that no-one sees me.
The sunrays break in when I take out the key.
So don’t look too close when you walk on past.
I know how to aim and the pain will last.
I don’t care if they want to retaliate.
Cos the glass I use is strictly bulletproof plate
Don’t try to touch me; it’s not as easy as you think it is.
Don’t try to judge me; it’s not as easy as you think.
There’s buildings and vaults and submarines and
Creatures that hide in their shells in the sand.
Existing on fringes of life so surreal.
Nothing to covet and nothing to steal.
How do you tell there hidden from life and light.
A good man keeps his enemies in plain sight.
My message is clear and you’ll catch on real fast.
I call what I see and catch with each cast.
Don’t waste my time and call me a liar.
I speak only truth and it burns like Greek fire.
Bleeding and sad they’re all the same to me.
Glasshouse anaesthesia I’m pain free.