Another Bag of Bricks

This cold dark tormented hell is all I'll ever know
With another bag of bricks
When all return to exile free from all once bound
Devouring me while rains the sun with dreams in foreign lands
This cold dark tormented hell is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven may the devil be the judge
Dragged around your whipping tree a scourge you can't command
So deafen me with silence, drown me with your roar
Decline and brawl old parasites, the truth will yet be found

Then drips upon my killing floor where I now call my bed
So when you get to heaven may the devil be the judge

Scowl me with your hollow eyes still burnin` to the core
With another bag of bricks
Have trusted everything to fall from beggar to fool
With another bag of bricks
I scratch your name across these walls and with my blood turns red
No precious light to harbor like so many here before
With every drop of blood you take, now breathes a thousand more
No vagabond to knock upon, this tired and beatin' war
This dagger twisting in my back tells me I never should
No door will go unanswered like so many closed before
Temper filled with blindness leads this lost and lonely man

I see your face like every race, a serpent with two arms