Brickwalker won't you cease your time Instead of ruin daily lives Against the grain they stand Against the grain they fall Paint them a picture of their fate Face their fearless looks so pale It's so goddamn beautiful...
You've already put your hands on their fate Your mind is clear and your speech is free Your doors are shut and they won't see With your cynic presence they'll shiver 'til the break of dawn
Come on, come on, come on They're so expendable
Chorus: We're all so fatal, we're all too able We'd like to have a break... say We're all so tragic, illogical magic We'd like to turn the page... say
So, watch them cross the yard of time Do not fail don't cross that line Inside, they will leave tonight Vanish through the sky
Don't throw the page. don't throw it all away! Gotta turn the page. just lead thy pain astray!
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