The position being taken is not to be mistaken
For attempted education or righteous accusation
Only a desription, just an observation of the pitiful condition of our
degeneration
Walls made of opinions, through which we speak and never listen
Ceiling made of pride, vicious and self satisfied
Door that's made of rage, hard and slowly aged
Always closing tighter with every war that's waged
Room without a window can't see out
Floor is made of lives, we'd gladly end to stay inside
Corner's made of borders, borders made of law and order,
Painted with the words of politicians and religion,
Plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division
Room without a window
(Toast break)