Walls Are Whispering

«So it’s come to this?"I said to you, again.
Silver tounges and itching lungs, the «perfect ones».
The lies, deceit, quiet whispering.
Fall down, defeat, don’t want part of it!
I try, to sleep but the walls are whispering.
Why, cant you hear these voices?
Truths that remain unspoken.
Stay, for a while, I cannot sleep,
while these walls are whispering.
Truth be told I don’t know what is real anymore.
The lack of sleep is slowly eating me, more and more.
The lies, deceit, quiet whispering.
Fall down, defeat, don’t want part of it!
I try to sleep but the walls are whispering.
Why can’t you hear these voices?
Truths that remain unspoken.
Stay, for a while, I cannot sleep,
while these walls are whispering.
Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
Why can’t you hear these voices?
Truths that remain unspoken.
Stay, for a while, I cannot sleep,
while these walls are whispering.