Napalm Death Walls Of Confinement
Lyrics : lee dorrian / music : mick harris
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 ª obsession ?
Or with a sense of pretention,
Do you merely strive for credible attention ? ? ?
