Gospel of the Glass House 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Intro] (A low, chugging electric guitar riff with a heavy "thump" on the kick drum) (The sound of a beer tab popping, followed by a dry, cynical chuckle) [Verse 1] He always said a woman’s heart was built on shifting sand. Too much weather in the spirit for a steady, working man. He preached about the logic and the cold and quiet mind. But one can see the wreckage that he’s leaving here behind. [Verse 2] The minute that the mirror caught the shadows in his eyes. The minute that the truth began to cut through all the lies. He didn't take it like a soldier or a man who’s stood his ground. He started screaming 'treason' just to drown out every sound. [Pre-Chorus] A hurricane looks peaceful next to how he’s acting now. With a finger pointed everywhere except his own sweat-stained brow. [Chorus] They say women are emotional and driven by the moon. But there’s never been a tragedy played out so out of tune. There ain’t nothing more dramatic in this dusty, broken town. Than a man held to account for the way he let things down. [Verse 3] He’s pacing like a caged wolf and he’s slamming every door. Acting like the victim of some long and holy war. But the only thing that’s happened is the bill has finally come. And he’s throwing quite a tantrum for a man who’s supposed to be numb. [Bridge] He’ll go and play the martyr, he’ll go weep upon the stage. Tear the ink right off the paper of this final, bitter page. His "logic" was a fiction and his "calm" was just a mask. Now he’s drowning in the answer to the question no one asked. [Guitar Solo] (A biting, overdriven Telecaster solo—raw, aggressive, and bluesy) [Outro] Yeah, he’s real "composed" until he has to own his sins. That’s when the grand performance of the broken man begins. So much for the steady hand. So much for the quiet man. (Feedback rings out as the drums stop abruptly) [End]