I see all these humans
Breathing, smiling, blinking
Wondering what they are actually thinking
When below in their minds
Clutching onto vines
To try and stay ontop of this giant cliff
They call their lives

As they walk through these halls
Saying words they never can recall
Cause if they did they would just hurt themselves
Trip and fall
I peak my head into the room to see scratches and holes all over the place
And I think to myself does the inside of your head look like these walls?