Lyrics Walls of Confinement - Napalm Death
Before
my
eyes
I
see
a
wall,
12,
000
miles
high,
And
the
same
amount
wide.
Within
that
wall
are
faces
Of
people
To
whom
I
once
could
relate.
Now
communicating
seems
hard,
When
there′s
an
ego
barrier
to
break
through.
Opinions
of
self
opinion
Cloud
a
new
horizon,
The
vision
a
mere
illusion.
Biased
in
conclusion,
Trapped
in
seclusion,
To
the
outside
- exclusion.
When
an
attitude
is
so
biased,
What
can
you
expect
to
change?
Banging
your
head,
But
the
wall's
not
moving,
It′s
enclosing.
Burning
so
much
energy
Enthusiasm
burning
Is
change
the
'real'
obsession?
Or
with
a
sense
of
pretention,
Do
you
merely
stive
for
cedible
attention?
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