AWA

Another Bag of Bricks (Acoustic)

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  • 2006.07.25
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T'was in the early evening 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 the fool I see your face like every race, a serpent with two arms Devouring me while rains the sun with dreams of foreign lands This cold and dark, tormented hell is all I'll ever know So when you get to heaven, may the devil be your judge With another bag of bricks I scratch your name across these walls and with my blood, turns red Then drips upon the killing floor which now I call my bed No precious light to harbor like so many here before With every drop of blood you take, now breaths 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 you deafen me with silence, drown me with your roar Scour me with your hollow eyes, still burning to the core No door will go unanswered like so many closed before No vagabond to knock upon this tired and beaten war When all return from exile, free from all once bound Through cannonballs of parasites, the truth will yet be found With another bag of bricks This cold and dark, tormented hell is all I'll ever know So when you get to heaven, may the devil be your judge With another bag of bricks

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