The Bricks    Construct    The place in which I self destruct    My eyes    They see    The zombies limp abreast to me    Structues ascend    Channelling wind    We beg for change in the valley within    Waste away    Hanging out    Coffee acid cigarets and matches    Stairway    Cafe    Were adrift for another day    How far we surpass the nameless mass    In endeavors so meaningless I look for some kind of meaning    All my actions seem so self-defeating    Waste away    Hanging out    Two friends    Some pens    Sixty five cents    Real life brings it to an end    How far we surpass the mass    In endeavors so meaningless