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



They're so expendable



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!