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

This place is better than that

Think you make a difference

But you're just someone to laugh at

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

'Cause 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

And I got my own brick

And I ain't gonna build no wall