The position being taken is not to be mistaken
  For attempted education or righteous accusation
  Only a description just an observation of the pitiful
  Condition of our degeneration
  Walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen
  Ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied
  Door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged
  Always closing tighter with every war that's waged
  Room without a window cant see out...
  Floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside
  Corners made of borders, borders made of law and order
  Painted with the words of politicians and religion
  Plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division
  Room without a window cant see out...