These walls, they've covered up too much
and they're not crumbling fast enough
I'd love to see them tumbling down, crushed
Into fine powder time's wind will swiftly sweep away
But they're not crumbling fast enough
I guess I need a better reason
to turn myself inside-out, beyond the walls, exposed,
'cause I'm too much covered up
layered in hard folds of time and fear
and memories that aren't my own
I've never had a reason to let them go
So no more stories, please
No more sages quoted
I need a reason of my own
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