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 opinions 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 strive for credible attention ? ? ?