T`was in the early evenin`
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 [bad word] everything to fall
From beggar to fool
I see your face like every race
serpent with two arms
Devouring me while rains the sun
With dreams in foreign lands
This cold dark tormented [bad word] Is all i`ll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge

With another bag of bricks

I scratch your name across these walls
And with my blood turns red
Then drips upon my killing floor
Where I now call my bed
No precious light to harbor
Like so many here before
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
scourge you [bad word] So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scowl me with your hollow eyes
Still burnin` to the core
No door will go unanswerd
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin` war
When all return to exile
Free from all once bound
Decline and brawl old parasites
The [bad word] will yet be found

With another bag of bricks

This cold dark tormented [bad word] Is all i`ll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge

Temper filled with blindness
Leads this lost and lonely man
Dragged around your whipping tree
scourge you [bad word] So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scowl me with your hollow eyes
Still burnin` to the core
No door will go unanswerd
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin` war
When all return to exile
Free from all once bound
Decline and brawl old parasites
The [bad word] will yet be found

With another bag of bricks