they say every man needs protection, they say every man must fall. yet I swear I see my reflection,some place high above this wall.....and someday I shall be released.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.