Try to sell me a paper   Praising your own kind   It's not you're own words   It's not you're 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 17 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.