Bricks

I hope something bad comes your way,
Because you lay the bricks with no cement every day.
What do you think may happen when the wind will run?
They'll fall over, wont they, and kill someone?

Will you feel good when your incompetence has killed?
Can you still look up high with your wish fulfilled?
Or is it an accident that you smile at me
After your acts have me on my knees?

I don't know, but I hope your incompetence succeeds
So that everyone wakes up to see
We gotta do something about this scene
Otherwise we will never be free.