Walls Have Eyes

My head is full of things to say
I don't know why i feel this way

They don't exist, when you don't see them
They are not real, when you don't feel them

The walls have eyes the trees come down
Emerging faces at night they frown
The house of doom the smell of old
Dark shaded floors my blood runs cold

They don't exist "They don't exist"
When you don't see them
"when you don't see them"
They are not real "They are not real"
When you don't feel them
"when you don't feel them"

The walls have eyes the trees come down
The walls have eyes the trees come down