Suspend Your Disbelief
Tell me– have you ever smashed a window?
It's not like in the films. Glass shards are knives,
A storm of razors, a sanguine promise
Borne by glittering wings on wild wind.
So why can action heroes plow right through
In the event they need to kick some ass?
I'll tell you why – it's 'cause of sugar glass,
A pane of fragile sweetness made to break.
That's just their kind of world, that's how it spins:
Sweet and simple, hot and cold, black and white;
The villain gloats his plan, the hero wins,
And we can always tell who's in the right.
No question of morals, no way to say
That things could ever be another way.