Walls of Confinement Lyrics

What are your motives for your abuse?
What can they be?
Accused of things I’ve never done,
This seems strange.

Your motivation, for my humiliation.

I'm pressurised,
So many times by your presence.
Your very existence
Has become my obsession.

My infatuation with your damnation.

I experience dangerous thoughts
That are all too real.
How can one man inflict in me
So much hate?

My obsession with your destruction.

So we're still
In our teething stages.
As far as
Politics are concerned,
That's fine coming from someone
To whom sensationalism
Be their only wisdom in words.

A self-proclaimed
Spokesman
On something to which
Prior knowledge excedes,
Championing no more censorship,
Then ridiculing our beliefs.

To appeal to your better nature,
Are we to keep our mouths shut?

Easy to discard,
Constructive power at your disposal,
When egos and sales outbalance
Opinions on the scale.

Using bands
As pawns in your hands,
Building up, knocking down, sensationalise
To suit cheap public demand.

Merging with the gutter press
You claim to detest.

It's opened it's lid,
For you to crawl in