Walls

With a foot in the grave and the heart in our hands
Feels like this desert is out promised land
I don't recognize who built these walls of sand
Oh, all that we were told now it don't make sense inside
Turns out we got it all wrong
Turns out we are not wrong

Subjective feelings are here rising
They were well hidden but we'll dig 'em up
Subjective feelings ain't wrong

Now I know my home is the Universe
Oh, I can see my home is the Universe
I can fly in the Universe
So, let me, let me run let me find a place
If it's gonna take long I have patience to wait
We fought so hard to bring these walls down

Subjective feelings are here rising
They were well hidden but we'll dig 'em up
Subjective feelings
I've been standing over these walls for hours

Learn, pray, obey, learn, pray, obey, learn, pray, obey
Follow follow follow me come and follow follow me