Lyrics : Lee Dorrian / Music : Mick Harris
Before my eyes I see a wall,
12 000 miles high,
and the same amount wide.
Within that wall are faces of people
to whom I once could relate.
Now communicating seems hard,
when there's an ego barrier to break through.
Opinions of self opinion cloud a new horizon.
The vision a mere illusion.
Biased in conclusion, trapped in seclusion,
to the outside - exclusion.
When an attitude is so biased,
what can you expect to change ?
Banging your head,
but the wall's not moving,
it's enclosing.
Burning so much energy.
Enthusiasm burning.
Is change the ´ real ª obsession ?
Or with a sense of pretention,
do you merely strive for credible attention ? ? ?