Testo di Walls

Speak to the Walls And they listen to me And irritate me In silence And some cracks Cry pras walls And they will stare at me And suffocating Between peeled paint And dirt More than the throat that couldn't The voice reaches a time without end And the dead leaves on the floor -from another station- Still are beautiful Are still perfect Are still Phallus pras people And they are avoiding me And i tire With fads and some implications Cry pras people And they esnobam me And fawn over Between interests And passions