Under The Glass Towers - The Mirror Trap

Cash for gold?

I’d sell my fucking bones to get through one more week

To prove that I’m still half way human

Where do we go when there’s nothing left?

How do you know when there’s nothing left?

Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world

What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again

Throw me down and roll me over

I’ve been working for the last two hundred years

In fifty more I can afford to live like you

Where do we go when there’s nothing left?

How do you know when there’s nothing left?

Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world

What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again

Throw me down and roll me over

We’re the ants in the magnifying glass

We’re the ants in the magnifying glass

We’re the ants in the magnifying glass and we’re all on fucking fire…

Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world

What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again

What are you, what are you waiting for?