Lyrics : Lee Dorrian / Music : Mick Harris
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Before my eyes I see a wall,
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12 000 miles high,
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and the same amount wide.
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Within that wall are faces of people
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to whom I once could relate.
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Now communicating seems hard,
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when there's an ego barrier to break through.
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Opinions of self opinion cloud a new horizon.
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The vision a mere illusion.
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Biased in conclusion, trapped in seclusion,
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to the outside - exclusion.
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When an attitude is so biased,
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what can you expect to change ?
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Banging your head,
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but the wall's not moving,
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it's enclosing.
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Burning so much energy.
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Enthusiasm burning.
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Is change the ´ real ª obsession ?
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Or with a sense of pretention,
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do you merely strive for credible attention ? ? ?
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walls Of Confinement
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| Napalm Death |
