Houses of Glass

What matters is I know I'm right.
Not a big deal to tell the good and the bad apart.
Born into this code unified.
Deep down inside I know I'm right.

Houses and houses, and houses of glass,
time in arrest, bodies first class.
Houses on houses, on houses of glass,
bulletproof coffins with fossils of us.

To peak in, to look, oh, such a faux pas.
Can't sneak inside, no, don't even try.
I look through the window and what do I see?
Everything around is out to get me.

I look around and what do I see?
Everything around me reminds me of me.
Built in my likeness, built in my name.
I am safe, I'm a god of the same.

The glass in my chest beats with parental care,
my heart is transparent for all who are there.
In the depths of the branches of my family tree,
my seed has a purpose, a reason to be.

What matters is I know I'm right.
Not a big deal to tell the good and the bad apart.
Born into this code unified.
Deep down inside I know I'm right.

Houses on houses and houses of glass.
Those who stand last, they write the past
and the land where I stand is my birthright to keep -
here's a paper with a stamp to put all doubts to sleep.

No fear my dear, it's where I belong.
No need to learn words to a foreign song.
In the depths of the branches of my family tree,
oh, finally, a reason to be.