I can see through you and the bravado, just like Alice could see through her looking glass
Your walk, your stance and all your cheap talk, like a sheep in wolf’s clothing really you’re made of cheap glass,
I know you thought you had me under some kind of trance, rooted to you, dependent on you ; have you reflected on how little you actually knew?
You think you’re hard, tough and titanium, really you’re just like glass
You shatter under pressure into a million pieces you’re full of cracks
Where we are , in this very here and now you probably thought I’d be the one to crack maybe I’d even come running back?
Beautiful man I’m the survivor, beautiful man I’m the titanium
I won’t ever crack, because I can’t crack , I’m made of stronger stuff than glass
That is why you’re now firmly a thing of the past.
