The walls are painted black,
It’s like ceramic

The walls are painted blue,
But that’s ok right…?

The walls are painted red,
Sure. There’s nothing to cry about

They’re falling,
Their knees are broken.
It’s like when you’re dead,
You can’t feel anything

The walls are painted green,
But there are no more trees

The walls are painted orange,
Does that make sense to you?

Their fingers are bleeding,
They are crushed.
It’s like when you’re dead,
You can’t feel anything

The walls are painted black,
It’s like ceramic.
 
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