Whoa-oh, oh
I walk the line, black leather, silver chains
I'm blinded by the fame every time I hit the stage
Head bangs, beer sprays, stage dives
Hand waves 'til the lights blow out
And when they go out I'll be
In a glass box, suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah, it's quiet with everlasting motion
And I can't breathe, and I can't see, and I can't be myself
And even in the spotlight, you can't see that I need help
So many hands, everywhere I go
Trying to pull me into their frigid killing snow
Their hearts are cold, my touch aflame
Now tell a lie to get higher
They all want a piece of my fire
The glass box can't be broken
Clearness cannot be tempted
No oxygen inside
So I don't know how I'm living
In a glass box, suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah, it's quiet with everlasting motion
And I can't breathe, and I can't see, and I can't be myself
And even in the spotlight, you can't see that I need help
In a glass box, suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah, it's quiet with everlasting motion
With everlasting motion
The glass box can't be broken
Clearness cannot be tempted
No oxygen inside
So I don't know how I'm living
In a glass box, suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah, it's quiet with everlasting motion
And I can't breathe, and I can't see, and I can't be myself
And even in the spotlight, you can't see that I need help
