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
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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