The Wall, the Wall

The Wall, The Wall I the world fades from my fingertips like blood oozing from an open wound the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder and my eyes are twisted in pain shut the door and lock me within the light is buzzing and flickering something is about to explode or maybe thats just my soul softly touch the wall and it corrodes the white paint peels and turns black and cracks appear on the surface a garbage touch that ruins it all for years the signs of ruin were there building up behind fragile white walls and now i sit here with an open chest my heart nailed to the damned wall and as the world fades from my fingertips like blood from an open wound the sky outside is bloody and tormented and i cant begin to see my own reality II im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again damned by the ghosts of the past the flashing glare of reality looms larger closing in on me and slapping me if only someone could open the door and let me out of this foreboding room perhaps i could see more than whats inside instead of slicing myself in half remember it was your verse that ended me slicing off my fingers one by one it was when my heart was nailed to the wall that i truly forgot how to feel my sickening screams echo loudly throughout the confines of my own mind reverberating down my spine and leaving me in a shivering fit as the world fades from my fingertips like blood pouring from an open wound the sky outside has faded to a deep black and i cant begin to see my own reality