Tytuł: Another Bag Of Bricks

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  T`was in the early evenin`
  Near the presence of the moon
  You told me you would meet me here
  Well now is not too soon
  This dagger twisting in my back
  Tells me I never should
  Have trusted everything to fall
  From beggar to fool
  I see your face like every race
  A serpent with two arms
  Devouring me while rains the sun
  With dreams in foreign lands
  This cold dark tormented hell
  Is all I`ll ever know
  So when you get to heaven
  May the devil be the judge
  With another bag of bricks
  
  I scratch your name across these walls
  And with my blood turns red
  Then drips upon my killing floor
  Where I now call my bed
  No precious light to harbor
  Like so many here before
  Now breathes a thousand more
  With another bag of bricks
  
  Temper filled with blindness
  Leads this lost and lonely man
  Dragged around your whipping tree
  A scourge you can`t command
  So deafen me with silence
  Drown me with your roar
  Scowl me with your hollow eyes
  Still burnin` to the core
  No door will go unanswerd
  Like so many closed before
  No vagabond to knock upon
  This tired and beatin` war
  When all return to exile
  Free from all once bound
  Decline and brawl old parasites
  The truth will yet be found
  With another bag of bricks
  
  This cold dark tormented hell
  Is all I`ll ever know
  So when you get to heaven
  May the devil be the judge
  With another bag of bricks