We Walk Through Walls - 108

A NEW LAYER OF PAINT

FOR THE WALLS OF YOUR MIND

NARROWING

DOWN

YOUR CIRCUITS ARE CONFINED

TO TIGHTENING DEFINITIONS

BUT COMPREHENSION IS AN OMISSION

IGNORANCE DISGUISED

THOUGH YOU HIDE IT IN MODERN HATS

WE WALK THROUGH WALLS

YOU BELIEVE JUST WHAT YOU SEE

THAT’S WHY YOU’RE BLACK-HOLE FUCKING BLIND

AND I WON’T SUFFER YOU TO LOOK AT ME

WON’T LET YOU GRASP ME IN YOUR TINY MIND

YOUR MIND’S STUCK IN THE PAST

WE WALK THROUGH WALLS