Room Without A Window Lumpy: Room Without A Window by Operation Ivy
The position being taken is not to be mistaken
For attempted education or righteous accusation.
Only a description, just an observation of the pitiful
condition of our degeneration
Walls made of opinion, through which we speak and
never listen.
Ceiling made of pride, vicious and self satisfied.
Door that's made of rage, hard and slowly aged.
Always closing tighter, with every war that's waged.
Room without a window can't see out...
Room without a window can't see out, can't see out...
Floor is made of lives, we'd gladly end to stay inside.
Corners made of borders, borders made of law and order,
Painted with the words of politicians and religion,
Plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division...
Repeat chorus.
