Текст песни 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 endCrimpshrine - Bricks - http://ru.motolyrics.com/crimpshrine/bricks-lyrics.html
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