These Walls

If you decide to enter this house

Be prepared to hear laughters and cries

Happy laughter for small, little things

But also cries, cries with suffocating tears

These walls, these walls keep memories of the good and the bad

These windows keep secrets of the life I once had

A life that turned to be an illusion

An illusion I was fed

Domesticated by the song of a man

I've lost the divine gift of being myself

Happy laughter for small, little things

But also cries, cries with suffocating tears

Take your shoes off

You're in my house

There's, there's no dirt here

No more lies

All the little things here mean everything

The true shape of an extinct reality

My voice, my voice was always small in this house

Careful and cautious, in its own place

Domesticated by the song of a man

I've lost myself

Take, take your shoes off

You're in my house

There's, there's no dirt here

No more lies

All the little things here mean everything

The true shape of an extinct reality

Domesticated by the song of a man

I've lost the divine gift of being myself

Domesticated by the song of a man

I've lost, I've lost myself

Domesticated by the song of a man

I've lost the divine gift of being myself

Domesticated by the song of a man

I've lost, I've lost myself