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