that wall
Do you miss the life?
Do you miss the people?
Do you miss the freedom,
The power in your brain,
That freedom to say what you want,
Like when the brick wall is knocked down,
Like when the bricks our decaying into the ground,
Like the bricks don't exist,
And anyone that tries to rebuild them
you can wipe them away,
Like you can ignore the cement machines,
Cuz the cement machines mean nothing,
Cuz the bricks just crumble down anyway,
You miss the life where the bricks crumble,
You want the life where the bricks crumble,
If the bricks don't crumble your stuck behind 4 walls,
If the bricks don't crumble your alone for ever and ever,
And fucking hell ever,
Your brain decaying increasing in insanity,
Your heart going so deep red surviving on what's left of those who once were Your close friends,
No haircut,
No shaver,
No new shoes, trousers, tops, whatever,
Deliveries to your walls
Work from your walls
Fun,
If fun exists from your walls
Decay,
Decay,
Decay
And the only power you have is on the Internet,
As social skills fly away from your brain,
Oh how big the urges our to be a troll to the ones who build the wall,
To tell the builders how shit your life is,
To tell the builders how shit they our,
To tell the builders the shit that will happen to them,
To tell the builders the shit that you will do to yourself,
But how nice you our to the builders instead as if they our the nice ones,
Oh how clingy you become to the nice ones,
Like a baby who can't live without the breasts of its mum,
You can't live without the response, after response, after response from the loved ones.,
You need the strength,
Please im begging you break that wall,
That boring, bland wall.
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