Napalm Death - Walls Of Confinement текст песни

Before my eyes I see a wall,
12 000 miles high,
and the same amount wide.

Within that wall are
faces of people
to whom I once could relate.

Now communicating seems hard,
when there's an ego barrier to break through.

Opinions of self opinions
cloud a new horizon.
The vision a mere illusion.

Biased in conclusion, trapped in seclusion,
to the outside - exclusion.

When an attitude is so biased,
what can you expect to change ?

Banging your head,
but the wall's not moving,
it's enclosing.

Burning so much energy.
Enthusiasm burning.
Is change the real obsession ?

Or with a sense of pretention,
do you merely strive
for credible attention ? ? ?