Cement, mortar, and bricks, my favorite materials    brick by brick i'm slowly building up my walls    higher and higher i can barely see over now    hammer and chisel so i can get some light    Maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole    maybe someone can see through my window    And see this body trapped behind these walls    i don't want you to see the whole picture    just a corner maybe the wood of the frame    a syllable a letter of the signature    I don't want you to know the canvas    Every other weekend    i tempt myself    with a ladder    i think about climbing over    rung by rung    and being naked    i question every step rung by rung    Then i climb back down cause i got a glimpse    a scent, a sound, and my eyes burn    the smell makes me nauseous    the pop noises leave my ears ringing    it left me ringing