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