• He wrote on the walls what he thought of us all,
    As they all in the end start to fall.
    As we let out a cry that was seconds to late.
    He'd seen the worst and taken all he could take.

    They pushed till he would break.

    He wrote on the walls what he thought of us all.
    As we watched him fall.
    No one could see but me,
    what he could truley be

    And I write on the wall for god to save us all.
    And to maybe bring his soul to where it actually belongs.