Letra de My wall

A middle class mom crouches on the hill eyes behind
Binoculars she sits so still spots a boy going under the
Freeway whispers in her radio going for the kill open your
Eyes! you´re fighting kids who only want to make their
Mark everything else you took away you left them in the
Dark open your eyes! your war is not about beauty it´s
About rights and choice speech isn´t free it is only for those
Who can afford to raise their voice say it is pollution they
Say it is a sin mobilize their force to stop the demon within
They say it is not a battle it is a full scale war recruiting
Volunteers like never before say it is so ugly they say it is
An eyesore but remember they´re the ones who build
Department stores put ads on the benches signs on the
Windows asphalt where the grass used to grow