Letra da Música: BROWN WALLS - NhChristian

Most of the time I feel insane.
Punching walls , pounding migrains
produced by these brown walls.

365 30 hour days.
21 years of screaming, & silent talk.
21 known ways
that this is your fault.

2 anti-depressants, 2 sedatives
forced down each bedtime.
1 miserable mind, 1 anguished mind.

Millions of songs, some depressing.
Millions of people, expressing how they felt.
One's problem with self expressing.
One's harmful to one's self.

Hundred zillions souls. 1 uncaney belief.
I lingering hatred. I lingering sin.
Hundred zillion souls, 1 disbelief.
! Christian, knows we're all heathens.

300 square feet, of self imprisonment.
2 unlocked doors, 9 ajar windows.
4 tall mind walls, unlimited resentments.
Everyone's their own god, everyone's their own foes.