The Walls

Ordinary, nondescript walls.
Plain people, calm and quiet.
Ordinary till the tide turns.
Voices get sharp, start to rise.
Eyes frenzied.
Don't know what to do, or who they should look up to.
They're divided by an invisible line.
Time to pick a side now.
And we all tear the walls down.
Oh, what did you expect?
Yeah, we're human.
No regrets.
Sharp objects hidden in their clothes, planning out an overthrow.
Figure which way the mob will go.
Paranoia is highly contagious, so please cover your mouth and nose.
Fearful leader knows it's just a matter of time before he's out to dry.
And we all tear the walls down.
Oh, what did you expect?
Yeah, we're human.
No regrets.
We've got no direction.
We've got no respect.
Each interjection as loud as the next.
How can we know which way to go, or are we all alone?
And we all tear the walls down.
Oh, what did you expect?
Yeah, we're human.
No regrets.
We've got no direction.
We've got no respect.
Each interjection as loud as the next.
How can we know which way to go, or are we all alone?
And we all tear the walls down.
Oh, what did you expect?
Yeah, we're human.
No regrets.