The walls are caving in Swinging like a tattered curtain caught in the wind Cascading through the floorboards While surging through the ceiling This is no hell This is home How is it you can look through the mirror As if it were Barely made of glass How is it your hands pass right through me As my nails scratch and tear At the seams If we're just living monuments Then what's the measure of glory? A tale to leave your children Or a silent never-ending story Euthanise me So that all that I can see This life that I lead Could be greater than he Who has not looked into gaze of the hollow And was not bred only to follow So that all that I can see? As we march to the sound of an unheard beat Another time In another's memories Silenced eyes they follow you Invisible fingers pull away from me The walls are caving in The walls are caving In