Beyond These Walls
This strange, new world has me abounded by fear
I weep, yes I weep, like an angel.
Since when do actions speak more loudly than words?
and weep, yes I weep, lika an angel
Try to believe that you're no different
White concrete and silver steel
not sure where I stand...
unsure when I may fall.
The aggression builds boundlessly
until the anger lets loose.
And when it's over, when I reflect on the action
when I'm all alone in my own little world
Wasn't Jesus' words
just as powerful as his acts?
[I keep him in my pocket, like a slug]
And when I'm sure that I can’t stand
on my own two feet
I reach for him
than you were at the age of three
and you’re fooling yourself.
Try to believe you’ve never pulled the trigger
and you're fooling yourself.
has never had the same meaning until now.
Until now had I ever associated emotion
with such words.
They have not the same meaning
as they do now.