Behind the smoke and mirrors Are discarded dreams and futures Next to the buckets of collected tears And sound proofing so no one hears The pain and agony The curses and profanity As I try to beat the life out of me Feeling my will fade gradually Laughing like it's funny And should the curtain fall Exposing the brawl Shining light on it all Then I'll Be forced to make the call To build a wall Four times as thick and twice as tall To keep out all a y'all