| Song | Build a Wall |
| Artist | Art of Dying |
| Album | Art of Dying |
| Build a wall from me | |
| Your words are mortar and limestone | |
| One wall’s okay | |
| You’re still easy to find | |
| Put up a second wall | |
| Corner yourself and hide | |
| I can come aroundmeet you on the other side | |
| Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free | |
| Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can’t seeput up a third walland watch the ocean roll in | |
| I’m a note in a bottle | |
| The tide will wash me in | |
| Put up a final wall | |
| Lock me out of your life | |
| I’m coming over top | |
| I will scale, | |
| I will climb | |
| I will climb | |
| Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free | |
| Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can’t see | |
| I’m an ocean of will in a desert of truth | |
| Not one wall stands in front of me | |
| With both arms | |
| I reach out to you | |
| But you seal the top with stonelock me out for goodall you’ve really done is locked yourself in | |
| You are buried alive | |
| Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free | |
| Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can’t see |
| Build a wall from me | |
| Your words are mortar and limestone | |
| One wall' s okay | |
| You' re still easy to find | |
| Put up a second wall | |
| Corner yourself and hide | |
| I can come aroundmeet you on the other side | |
| Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free | |
| Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can' t seeput up a third walland watch the ocean roll in | |
| I' m a note in a bottle | |
| The tide will wash me in | |
| Put up a final wall | |
| Lock me out of your life | |
| I' m coming over top | |
| I will scale, | |
| I will climb | |
| I will climb | |
| Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free | |
| Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can' t see | |
| I' m an ocean of will in a desert of truth | |
| Not one wall stands in front of me | |
| With both arms | |
| I reach out to you | |
| But you seal the top with stonelock me out for goodall you' ve really done is locked yourself in | |
| You are buried alive | |
| Tell me howhow does it finally feel to be free | |
| Tell me howwith those beautiful eyes you can' t see |