Walls of Confinement - Napalm Death
Before my eyes I see a wall Twelve thousand 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 pretension Do you merely strive For credible attention [unverified]
Artist: Napalm Death
Title: Walls of Confinement