Текст песни Bricks

I ignore it and toss to prevent it from winning,
Yet still it will succeed in suspending unconsciousness.
A symphony of droplets which I couldn't classify as the spit of a harlot.
No more thinking tonight,
Drying out my sanity in a way that seems intended.
'Cause I have done my overtime.
Sick of sight, serenity and the way it's implemented.

The blue twists and turns to red,
With bricks in my head.
These bricks in my head
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And my conscience has been fed,
With bricks in my head.
These bricks in my head

I shake my pride and move, clutch and turn.
Exploding with every half movement.
Reaching out and stumbling like a short-sighted old aged wretch,
I clamber onto the switch, pupils dilating, flinching back.

Sight is overwhelmed by all the other senses,
So I sit, sip and watch as they all merge back into one.