Walls
I probably lost in her eyes, probably lost in disgrace
Why does it happens to me everytime?
When the last hope simply dies, let romance take away promises back from the past
Infected religion pippin our eyes, back to prison built of lies
As shows and it goes, as it shows destination YESTERDAY!
As shows and it goes, as it shows your prostration!
What makes your pain is gone, what makes your work’ undone!
As show you wicked, does it show your entyness!