Build A Wall — Art Of Dying

Build a wall from me Your words are mortar and limestone One wall’s okay You’re still easy to find

Put up a second wall Corner yourself and hide I can come around meet you on the other side

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Tell me how how does it finally feel to be free Tell me how with those beautiful eyes you can’t see

put up a third wall and watch the ocean roll in I’m a note in a bottle The tide will wash me in

Put up a final wall Lock me out of your life I’m coming over top I will scale, I will climb I will climb

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I’m an ocean of will in a desert of truth Not one wall stands in front of me With both arms I reach out to you

But you seal the top with stone lock me out for good all you’ve really done is locked yourself in You are buried alive Lie