(Walls) (((d-_-b)))

I speak pras walls (people)
And they listen to me
And I'm angry
Silently
And some cracks

Cry pras walls (people)
And they stare at me
And choke
Between peeling
And dirt

I speak at people (walls)
And they're avoiding me
And I'm tired
With mania, and some implications

Scream at people (walls)
And they snub me
And flatter
Between interests
And passions

More of the throat that does not tire
The voice reaches a time without end
And the dead leaves on the ground
- From another station --
Are still beautiful
Are still perfect
Are still (forever)