Brickwalker Lyrics - Figure Number Five - Soilwork

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 

Come on, come on, come on 

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!