Build A Wall-Art Of Dying

Build a wall from me Your words are mortar and limestone One wall’s okay You’re still easy to find Put up a second wall Corner yourself and hide I can come aroundmeet you on the other side Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can’t seeput up a third walland watch the ocean roll in I’m a note in a bottle The tide will wash me in Put up a final wall Lock me out of your life I’m coming over top I will scale, I will climb I will climb Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can’t see I’m an ocean of will in a desert of truth Not one wall stands in front of me With both arms I reach out to you But you seal the top with stonelock me out for goodall you’ve really done is locked yourself in You are buried alive Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can’t see