Beyond These Walls
This strange, new world has me abounded by fear
I weep, yes I weep, like an angel.
Since when do actions speak more loudly than words?
and weep, yes I weep, lika an angel
Try to believe that you're no different
White concrete and silver steel
not sure where I stand...
unsure when I may fall.
The aggression builds boundlessly
until the anger lets loose.
And when it's over, when I reflect on the action
when I'm all alone in my own little world
Wasn't Jesus' words
just as powerful as his acts?
[I keep him in my pocket, like a slug]
And when I'm sure that I can�t stand
on my own two feet
I reach for him
than you were at the age of three
and you�re fooling yourself.
Try to believe you�ve never pulled the trigger
and you're fooling yourself.
has never had the same meaning until now.
Until now had I ever associated emotion
with such words.
They have not the same meaning
as they do now.