Letras: Tilt. 'Til It Kills. Land Of Fragments.

Hold a beverage and
A ruined reflection
Underestimated
My trajection
A single pane is
All that separate us
Thank goodness that
The glass is gracious

How can this shattered
Vessel hold up under
Such close scrutiny?
Cruel light is cracking
Every mirror that
Ever flattered my vanity

I'm the fairest in
A land of fragments
Target window stained
With time's advancement
I'll hold that note so high
Or tie it to a brick
And let it fly

You put up a brand new
Sheet of see through
A double thickness will
Just break twice
Cold air rushing in
Through the fracture
We saw the flaw
In the glare