Lyrics

Writing on the walls in the faces of the people
Writing on the walls that carry me away
Writing on the walls of big industrial freedom
Writing on the walls that fill the shoes we hate

You gotta believe, yes I'm a believer
You gotta believe in the miracle
You gotta believe, yes I'm a believer
You gotta believe in the magical

Writing on the walls of the younger gods above us
Writing on the walls beneath the ocean floor
Writing on the walls and in between the people
Writing on the floor and not upon the walls

Changes inbetween contain the gods above us
Wondering when there is nothing left to do
Can I never see the thoughts of a billion pretenders
No I never will again see the likes of you

I've said enough to make my world go round
I've said to make the stars fall
There are no answers here and I will not play this game
Circulating towards the storm drain brain pain

Writing on the faces of
Writing on the walls
On the walls industrial
On the walls that fill the shoes

Writing on the younger gods
On the walls beneath the sea
On the walls and in between
On the floor and not the walls