It's as if a mountain that was already born must be born again.
To shake of the layers.
To dust off the burdens of the last days criminals.
If you stand in a line, face in-wards.
Chances are you will see the black walls that continue to exist between us.
Black walls of confusion.
Black walls of fear.
Tell me about your walls-
Who is knocking that you should build them so strong.
And just who are you all afraid of anyways.
My doors are simply decoration.
