It's Raining Glass.

It's raining glass;
We're free at last.
We walk these streets
With bloody feet and
Run in the grass
To avoid the glass.

The whisperers are shrieking,
The screamers are whispering
While the fighters are running,
Running, running.

It's raining glass;
A sharp, glittering mass.
We defend our friends
Until the bloody storm ends and
I'll wash my hands
When this glass turns to sand.

The fighters are running,
The runners are fighting,
While the whisperers are shrieking,
Shrieking, shrieking.

It's raining glass;
We're free at last.
We're seeing stars
With burning scars.
It's raining glass, it's
Raining glass, it's raining
It's raining glass.