Trojan Horses
These bare bones are made of glassSee-through to the marrow as they passSeek through the keyhole, a fate is castDeep in the mirror smiling back
In shapes like these, they run softly
Trojan horses, Trojan horses
Gardens grow in my eyesOh why do they?Gardens grow in my eyesOh why do they?
Seek what I seek in a blinding flashThese bare bones are made of glass
In shapes like these, they run softly
Trojan horses with all the children
I tell myself I wanna hideI tell myself I wanna be lied toSilent reader of my mind, do you know what i will ask of you?Tell me if you wanna hideTell me if you wanna be lied to