| O great wall How great it is to see ye My the only one who sees you In this crowd of faceless bugs O great wall See how they climb and claw at your back See how they buzz around aimelessly Find other passtimes you fools You don't understand You don't have to Only we'ren't made of stone We're left to ponder futures And you'll stay here While we die You crumble You might be dead to them, But I won't forget. |