The position being taken is not to be mistaken for attempted
education or righteous accusation. Only a description, 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 we wage.
In this room without a window can't see out. Room without a
window, Can't see out! Can't see out!
Floor is made of lives, we'll gladly end to stay inside.
Corners made of borders, and borders made of law and order.
Painted with the words of politicians and religion,
plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division.
Ha ha ha ha ha Oh, we so stupid! Killing each other.
Don't we learn nothin'?
Got a room inside our minds, yeah we gotta, we can't see out because
we're blind, but I got to choke. Gotta make ourselves drink (all right)
Luke