within these walls nothing is real. within these walls i cannot feel. life spent amidst destruction. a path carved through insanity. in this culture of desolation, at times what is lost is all that's clear to me. within these walls nothing is real. within these walls i cannot feel. while i face this separation, so far across to see, so much of what i'm up against exists between you and me. within these walls nothing is real. within these walls i cannot feel. but could we bridge this gap and learn to feel? could we create something real?