What a hellish life to lead, where contempt leads everything.

And you talk about your feelings to a brick wall then you become one yourself...

What a hellish life to live, where every back has its own shiv.

And you talk about each other to a brick wall then you become one yourself...

There's not much you explain, every cycle ends in complaints.

And you yell about your problems to a brick wall then you become one yourself...

And no one has the gaul, to just break down the wall.

So unstoppable forces just strike immovable objects...

So unstoppable voices just ring in unchangeable conscious...

© inconsystent