Another Bag of Bricks

'Twas 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 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, 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
 With another bag of bricks
 With another bag of bricks
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 This cold and dark, tormented hell is all I'll ever know
 So, when you get to heaven, may the devil be your judge
 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, yeah
 With another bag of bricks
 Another bag of bricks
 Another bag of bricks
 Another bag of bricks