These walls make me sinful and fill me with resentment.
These walls break me down and strip me of my contentment.
They slow me down and contradict my glory.
Unable to fly sums up my life story.
Floored by circumstance and what it has to offer.
I wish I had a will to give a counteroffer.
These walls got me in chains engraved with an unbreakable seal.
I wish I dreamt a nightmare, it's unfortunate that it's all too real.
Hate for others is what becomes my daily meal.
Let the truth be told.
I just might mentally fold.
And give in to the sins.
So the torture begins.
I should make amends because I know how this will plan out.
I'll suffer from the inside and then it'll fan out.
So I shout in frustration and cry in pain.
These walls have overflown like a endless rain.
So I shut out this album and hang up my frame.
As my sanity slips then enters the shame.
Who am I to blame.
My life never the same.
