Glass Ceiling

Cold hands

Around my neck

Grip tight as I struggle for breath

Running out of air

You know life ain’t fair

In the face of death

On the edge of the knife

The pressure builds

In this game of dice

A battlefield

'Til the walls collapse

'Til the ceiling cracks

The whole world stacked against you

You can pray times will change

But the game is rigged

Mother fucker

A change of strategy

Regression of society

The glass ceiling is weakening

To create a new beginning

It’s one hundred degrees

You still kick me when I’m down on my knees

Running back on your words

Talking insincere

On deaf ears

It’s impossible 'til it’s done

Even water will cut through rock

And now the river changes course

Break the fucking glass

Shard by shard

A change of strategy

Regression of society

The glass ceiling is weakening

To create a new beginning