manufactured walls Crafted by power tripped minds isolate earthly gardens any life to feel like an outsider vehicles fit for five clutter a neighborhoods gutter yet streets stay soundproof. Its filled by the nights air while i sit under freckled sky's Gazing the Old stars They consulates living proof of how loneliness must be an illusion, for we have more then enough hands to hold. its a snake eyes roll to keep warm without a friends smile its a mine of fools gold to bury all collected connections. remedy your mistakes by listening to the wise presching under hair white as doves they've felt the loud trembles of the earth. But still i walk through beaten battlefields some say angels help us fly through double-decor destruction i just think there's no where else to go. do we just sit to watch all the colors, grooves and shapes collide? constantly we fight for a righteous breath just to end up in the same place We are awarded by victorious lies but still i look upon all the trees sprouting from the earths core branches of solitude idea-less leaves and ask myself how can the simplest thing grant life to the dieing eyes.