Brick by brick we raised these walls
From the bottom to the top in a thirty-years plan
Not a shelter
Not a refuge
Not a safe place
Not for us
This place is a plague and we are all infected
A home where we feed our disease and hide
So let’s climb on the top floor
Then jump off the roof and die.
This is not safety
It’s reclusion, it’s discomfort.
One day these walls will crumble on us
Tired of carrying their weight
Crumble and fall
Wasted and fall