Walls Of Confinement
(专辑： Mentally Murdered - 1989)
Before my eyes I
see a
wall, 12, 000 miles high, And the
same amount wide. Within that wall are faces Of people To whom I
once could relate. Now communicating seems hard, When there's an ego barrier to break through. Opinions of self opinion Cloud a
new horizon, The
vision a
mere illusion. Biased in conclusion, Trapped in seclusion, To the
outside exclusion. When an attitude is so biased, What can you expect to change? Banging your head, But the
wall's not moving, It's enclosing. Burning so much energy Enthusiasm burning Is change the
'real' obsession? Or with a
sense of pretention, Do you merely stive for cedible attention?
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