Songtext von Bricks

Try to sell me a paper Praising your own kind It's not your own words It's not your own mind That place is better than this And this place is better than that Think you make a difference But you're just someone to laugh at After seventeen years of fighting Everything I came across Now I realize that I always lost It's come time to end The tranquilization of my mind Now I've got a brick in my hand Now I know what I must find So take a good look around Tell me what you see Always on your ass You complain of my apathy Bricks are put together As the trees fall I got my own brick And I ain't gonna build no wall