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M.I.K.E. is Mike Dierickx (Dirk Dierickx before changing his first name officially), a Belgian producer and DJ from the Antwerp area. Although he is mostly known for his productions under the aliases M.I.K.E., Push and Plastic Boy, he has released hundreds of records under more than eighty aliases and collaborations since 1992 in a wide variety of styles ranging from rave, techno, progressive house, trance, electro to even R&B, from accessible commercial anthems to minimalist underground sounds.
The Glass House
E-Tronic Lyrics
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Running round the burbs
Gone Berserk
Catch me when I'm mad
Throw yo body in a fuckin bag
Now why you looking so sad
Say good night as I kill your fuckin mom and dad
From from a ghost into a cloud of smoke
Establishing marital law
Fuck you all
Riots in the streets and i incite them all
Time to Watch them all beg n crawl
Managing these accumulated problems with deep pockets and dumb shit demanding all my goddamn profits
Not a dollar to my name
Fistfuls of cocaine, full of shame and my issues tend to stay the fuckin same
How else is a person supposed to get thru to you?
You know I'm Antiestablishment Fuck the government
A sub sequential trailblazer
I'm the one they call the true motherfucking Hellraiser
Managing these accumulated problems with deep pockets and dumb shit demanding all my goddamn profits
Not a dollar to my name
Fistfuls of cocaine, full of shame and my issues tend to stay the fuckin same
About 25
Been declared dead but unfortunately I'm still alive
Got my Four-Five pressed against your minds eye
Unless you really really wanna mother fucking die
If not today you can try and pray or just wish your fucking life away
Either way
The things we think about determines the quality of our minds All too often I think about the mysteries yet to find
Or simply why I can't formulate a sentence but I still get high
Then a simple thought comes into my minds eye
Would you really cared if I die
Even though my life has been one big fucking lie
Still I feel the need to try
You know I never meant to pry
Never understood why I still got shy when you walked by
I don't need to understand the reasons why it is you cry
Except most of the time I was the reason why
Don't you see why i wanna die
Don't mind me
Walking by dressed in all black
A psychopath
The one with the awful laugh
A schizoid moving fast
Smoking a junt that got me fucked up real fast
I just stopped by but never even saw you pass
Now I'm living in a house made of fucking glass
The lyrics of E-Tronic's song "The Glass House" depict a character who is clearly filled with anger and frustration, expressing it through violent and destructive actions. The opening lines suggest that the character is armed with a rifle, running around the suburbs, and becoming unhinged. The subsequent lines illustrate the character's desire to harm others, as they talk about throwing bodies in bags and killing someone's parents. The lyrics also mention a ghost turning into a cloud of smoke, implying a sense of evasiveness and not being held accountable for their actions.
The song continues to explore the character's conflicts and struggles. They express their dissatisfaction with their financial situation, referencing deep pockets and demanding circumstances that consume their profits. The character seems to rely on drugs, particularly cocaine, as a coping mechanism, but it only exacerbates their feelings of shame and perpetuates their ongoing issues.
Moving forward, the lyrics delve into the character's contemplation of life and death. They mention being declared dead but still being alive, ultimately challenging others to test their fate. The character questions whether anyone would truly care if they were to die, reflecting on their past of living a deceptive existence filled with lies. Despite this, they still have a desire to try and engage with life, highlighting their internal conflict and the impact they have had on others' emotions.
The song concludes with a sense of isolation and vulnerability. The character presents themselves as a figure dressed in black, embodying a psychopathic persona with a disturbing laugh. They navigate life quickly like a schizoid, heavily influenced by drugs. The reference to living in a house made of glass suggests a fragile and transparent state of being, as if they can be seen and judged by everyone around them without any real privacy or protection.
Ultimately, "The Glass House" portrays a character trapped in a cycle of anger, violence, isolation, and self-destructive tendencies, grappling with their inner turmoil and the consequences of their actions.
Line by Line Meaning
Rifle in my hand
I am armed with a gun
Running round the burbs
I am running around the suburbs
Gone Berserk
I have lost control and become wild
Catch me when I'm mad
Try to apprehend me when I am angry
Throw yo body in a fuckin bag
I will dispose of your body in a bag
Now why you looking so sad
Why do you appear so sorrowful
Say good night as I kill your fuckin mom and dad
Bid your parents farewell before I murder them
From from a ghost into a cloud of smoke
I transform from a ghostly figure to a cloud of smoke
Get charged with arson, bitch this ain't no joke
I will be accused of arson, don't perceive it as a joke
Establishing marital law
I am imposing strict control over the population
Fuck you all
I hold contempt for everyone
Riots in the streets and i incite them all
I provoke and encourage riots in the streets
Time to Watch them all beg n crawl
It's the moment to observe them begging and crawling
Managing these accumulated problems with deep pockets and dumb shit demanding all my goddamn profits
I am handling these mounting issues despite financial demands
Not a dollar to my name
I am completely broke
Fistfuls of cocaine, full of shame and my issues tend to stay the fuckin same
I am consumed by drugs and my problems persist
How else is a person supposed to get thru to you?
What other way can someone communicate with you?
You know I'm Antiestablishment Fuck the government
I am against the establishment, I reject the government
A sub sequential trailblazer
I am a subsequent revolutionary
I'm the one they call the true motherfucking Hellraiser
They refer to me as the authentic troublemaker
About 25
Approximately 25 years old
Been declared dead but unfortunately I'm still alive
Despite being pronounced dead, I am still alive
Got my Four-Five pressed against your minds eye
I have a 45 caliber gun pointed at your mind's eye
Unless you really really wanna mother fucking die
Unless you truly desire to die
If not today you can try and pray or just wish your fucking life away
If not today, you can attempt to pray or hope for your life to vanish
The things we think about determines the quality of our minds All too often I think about the mysteries yet to find
Our thoughts shape the quality of our minds, and I often contemplate the unsolved mysteries
Or simply why I can't formulate a sentence but I still get high
I wonder why I struggle to articulate, yet I continue to indulge in drugs
Then a simple thought comes into my minds eye
Then a basic idea enters my mind's eye
Would you really cared if I die
Would you genuinely care if I died
Even though my life has been one big fucking lie
Despite my life being a massive lie
Still I feel the need to try
Nevertheless, I feel compelled to attempt
You know I never meant to pry
You know I never intended to intrude
Never understood why I still got shy when you walked by
I never comprehended why I still became timid when you passed by
I don't need to understand the reasons why it is you cry
I do not need to comprehend why you are crying
Except most of the time I was the reason why
Except most of the time, I was the cause of your tears
Don't you see why i wanna die
Can't you see why I wish to die
Don't mind me
Please disregard my presence
Walking by dressed in all black
Passing by while wearing all black clothing
A psychopath
I am a mentally disturbed individual
The one with the awful laugh
I am the person with a dreadful laugh
A schizoid moving fast
A person with schizophrenia moving quickly
Smoking a junt that got me fucked up real fast
Using a joint that has quickly intoxicated me
I just stopped by but never even saw you pass
I briefly visited but did not notice you leaving
Now I'm living in a house made of fucking glass
Currently, I reside in a house constructed entirely of glass
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Jonas Martin
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