It's all so up side down
And I thought disorder would do me good
Wandering around vacant streets
Where life once played its tricks
Hate. All of a sudden a name becomes an idea
Damn you fastened ideas
To the mind of imprisoned feelings
Going forward. A few steps away
From the grass, from the hall
I'm afraid I do care
I know I should let go
For good, once and for all
Mom, I also wanna build the wall.
