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