My temple is made of glass, and bone.
Pressure gives way to cracks, and stone.
My temple is made of glass and bone.
I'll watch the earth swallow my home.

Sift through the dirt,
To end up in my way.
Under the nails the ground begs me to stay.
What do I inherit and what do I leave?
Towers of sorrow live below my feet.

I moved every way I could, toed every single line.
The moments that made me, i've yet to define.
This hollow place where I reflect.
The comings and going's never intersect.

My temple is made of glass, and bone.
Pressure gives way to cracks, and stone.
My temple is made of glass and bone.
I'll watch the earth swallow my home.