If you look at the wall.

Don't be shy little f[r]iend, the world is almost done.
Bring that brick that you've made, with the rest of your bones.
And in the end you'll look, look ashamed to the wall..
..and she will tell you the truth, looking at you on the floor:
You built me, son of mens, built me at all.
Hold your guilt and your pride.
And don't be afraid if we fall.

- Cut ∆way.