Walls Have Eyes - [:SITD:]

My head is full

Of things to say

I don’t know why

I feel this way

They don’t exist, when you don’t see them

They are not real, when you don’t feel them

The walls have eyes

The trees come down

Emerging faces

At night they frown

The house of doom

The smell of old

Dark shaded floors

My blood runs cold

They don’t exist…

«They don’t exist…»

…when you don’t see them

«…when you don’t see them»

They are not real…

«They are not real…»

…when you don’t feel them

«…when you don’t feel them»

The walls have eyes

The trees come down

The walls have eyes

The trees come down