I guess the season is up I guess the sun won't come now But the wall, it is up And this fate, is set Deceased peace No stress relief The less you see, the less you need The mess you make is in your head And the wall, it is up And this fate, is set Set in stone, the walls condone Fight and take them on Pupil grows but master shows He's trapped inside the walls And the wall, it is up And this fate, is set Deceased peace No stress relief