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Cold hands
Around my neck
Grip tight as I struggle for breath
Running out of air
You know life ain’t fair
In the face of death

On the edge of the knife
The pressure builds
In this game of dice
A battlefield
'Til the walls collapse
'Til the ceiling cracks

The whole world stacked against you
You can pray times will change
But the game is rigged
Mother fucker

A change of strategy
Regression of society
The glass ceiling is weakening
To create a new beginning

It’s one hundred degrees
You still kick me when I’m down on my knees
Running back on your words
Talking insincere
On deaf ears

It’s impossible 'til it’s done
Even water will cut through rock
And now the river changes course
Break the fucking glass

Shard by shard

A change of strategy
Regression of society
The glass ceiling is weakening
To create a new beginning