Crimpshrine

Crimpshrine - Bricks songtekst

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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




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