Drone

Just like glass, I'm so easily broken
So I must rise to devotion
Kiss the feet of grief, and shake the hands of pain
Offer all I have, 'cause that's living

Just droning on and on and on
Just droning on and on and on
Just droning on and on and on
Till one day, I can't follow anymore

Going on, going on till the day's all gone
Going on, going on till the day's all gone
Should I go rough? Or should I grow edges?
'Round this skin, that's so brittle and helpless

I see faces, twisted and broken
I see hands, calloused and open
I see eyes, that so easily hold in their ache
While I armor my fear

I hear tongues, ragged and bleeding
And love, that won't come without heat
And I know that my heart couldn't handle
A single broken bone, a single broken bone