Thousand-eyed existence

I‘ve built a room with no walls

For everyone to see me fall through

I don‘t plan on being unperceived tonight

I rub my scat on window panes

Then press record on twenty buttons

Of a thousand-eyed existence I can‘t fight

They feed me hearts to sell them pictures

Now I do it all for free

I don‘t think this helps me understand my strife

If my vision can‘t be trusted

Then what can I hope to see?

In a place that needs a wall to save a life