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 $$#
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