Walls
Jason rawheadA face facing down the soil
A scumbag held you down
I remember you
A face facing down the soil
A scumbag held you down
Ripping all them clothes apart
Ripping all them rags apart
Then a hammer came down for the waiting nails
Mary, mure up so they can't touch you
Well, I remember days
Everything cold and barren
Still towing my dark as slaves trail stone
So I wrapped myself up like a spool
Everyone as hard as nails
Blue eyes cold like a deep dark lake
Swanky, fake
Walls can break
Walls can break
They turned your body into a joke
Still to me it's like a holy poem
A burrow where ghastly shadows roam
A house of coal black as coal can be
With walls of madness built on sadness
That's the way their game is played
And everybody knows
Walls can break
Walls can
Break and my eyes grew dim
Break
Break
Yah
Even when you break
Every wall around you
You still got to face yourself
Walls can break
And everybody knows
Walls can break
Even when you break
Every wall around you
You still got to face yourself
Then perish like old books on a shelf
Broken, racked, shattered, crushed
Like a tiny coin in a tosser's hand
Like a toy in a garbage can
Like a raindrop in a desert land
Like a gun at head by a lonely man
Like the rusty nails
Them rusty nails
In the hands of Christ
Walls can break
And everybody knows
Walls can break