A frame shows the skeleton, the beginning of our structure,
As we become covered, people stop looking past us,
Looking through us;
Some will paint us and get us ready for the prime,
But we fall to motion,
We fall from the flooding of the ocean,
We cave under pressure that we weren't made to handle,
We live to stand but we die when we fall,
Everyone wants to try to claim that they built me, part of some structured plan
But the truth is I built myself,
And I am my own man
I have artwork on me and I let others put it there,
Just so when you look at me you can't see through
I've lived this life and I want the world to care
We all start off with a box of nails and a dream,
When the fire is lit we burn and we scream,
Why must we torture each other with words of hate?
Why can't we all just be walls and stand up straight?
These are the walls we are,
And our house of cards is going down in flames