Porcelain

Boosting morals and batteries
grey shaded colors and energy
the sun ain't shining down on your parade
curtain coming down on this charade

a fine intrusion
to let us know you'll see this through
(eventually)
poisoning the weakest part of you
when everything is made out of porcelain, we bleed

feeding the fire with gasoline
hang and rely on a safety pin
Freezing cold the shoulder that you lean on
treacherous the kingpin that you count on

a fine illusion
to let us know you'll see this through
(eventually)
poisoning the weakest part of you

if stories were a few words you could choose
if only everybody would believe you
if everyone could get what they deserve
if anyone would take the time to hear you
when everything is made out of porcelain, we bleed

a fine illusion, steadily
when everything is made out of porcelain



Credits
Writer(s): Cain Stefan Gordon Mcdonald
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