The Bricks, construct, the place in which I self destruct My eyes, they see, the zombies limp abreast to me Structures ascend, channeling wind We beg for change in the valley within Waste away Hanging out Coffee acid cigarettes and matches Stairway, cafe, were adrift for another day How far we surpa** the nameless ma** In endeavors so meaningless I look for some kind of meaning All my actions seem so self-defeating Two friends, some pens, sixty five cents Real life brings it to an end How far we surpa** the ma**, in endeavors so meaningless Thanks to matthew joseph roche