Holy Sons - Four Walls
And dressing up your mind
Every king must rest inside these same four walls
And it's the same four walls you know
What we want is hard to find
So batten down your mind
Build the tallest tower of your barricade
With the prettiest design that they'll never raid
So keep on looking for that answer to find you
And keep on looking for that door behind you
But four walls will tell you all you know
Four walls will tell you all you need to know
Stricken with a thousand yard stare
And I was on my way somewhere
But now I struggle with the oldest chase
And four walls is the only place
Try and rest your soul for one day
Staring out of an icy cave
Looking for somе charm or magic to find
Or coming illusions to anchor your mind
Covering over evеr creek, looking for thrills but getting weak
Roaming from hill to hill on the way
Vulture circling my mind everyday
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