Testo di Mason

Cement, mortar and bricks my favourite materials Brick by crick I'm Slowly building up my walls Higher And higher, I can barely see over now Hammer and chisel, so I can get some light Maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole Maybe someone can see through my window And see this body trapped behind these walls I don't want you to see the whole picture Just a corner maybe the wood of the frame A syllable- a letter of my signature I don't want you to know my canvas I don't want you to know my canvas Every other weekend I tempt myself with a ladder I think about climbing over, rung by rung And being naked... I question every step rung by rung Then I climb back down cause I got a glimpse A scent, a sound and my eyes burn The smell makes me oh so nauseous The pop noises leave my ears ringing It left me ringing It left me ringing