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.