"Walls made of opinions through which we speak and never listen

Ceilings made of pride vicious and self satisfied

Door that's made of rage, hard and slowly aged

Always closing tighter with every war that's waged

Gotta room side our mind, yeah we gotta

We can't see out because we're blind, but it goes to show

We've gotta make ourselves dream, alright

From the room without a window to a different way to see

The position being taken is not to be mistaken

For attempted education or righteous accusation

Only a description, just an observation of the pitiful

Condition of our degeneration

Room without a window can't see out"

--"Room Without a Window" Operation Ivy