Illusions of Clarity

It's a walk through these hallways And doors all the the things People look like caricatures of famous people Movie stars and rock stars All sorts of people All sorts of people Put upon a podium But then The walls scream In these halls I bleed The dolls oh they feed People look like caricatures of Evil People And I don't wanna And I don't wanna And I don't wanna bring you to this fight And I don't wanna And I don't wanna And I don't wanna see you in this light