You take out your own eyes and make them see why glory’s godless.
Acted in shadows to consume our lust, a mask meant to turn our eyes to water but only to destroy our faces, porcelain takes our mouths and twist smiles through gritted teeth and a spot light to shine out the pain. Crowds of smiles and through it all a frown that shakes the wearers to a reality. Cracks shall consume their faces as we watch life unravel its own lies and see why Glory’s Godless.