What if the walls we build around ourselves Won't protect but turn into a prison? How would you know that you don't bury yourself alive? Perception's obscured, decieved by your feelings!
Brick by brick we build walls..
Brick by brick we build them high! Brick by brick until we fucking die!
Why we are so blind, that we can't see with opened eyes? Or come what may, we better stay in our shells..