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letra de war on identity - i remember 2006

(verse one)

we do the same d-mn things again
no, i’m sick of being your scapegoat
eventually, a point has to come across
i’m no longer your pincushion, d-mn it!
“wait, stop! let me write something!”

(chorus)

hey, you! stop listening to my words!
i know you’re here somewhere in my walls!
i will not go around the bin!
what the f-ck do you think i am?!
i’m not you; i am me
and if you think you can destroy me
tapping on the d-mn walls again
staring at me through the cracks in the plaster
you are so wrong, you hear me?!
i’m not you; i am me!
(verse two)

i’m exhausted from the torture
who the f-ck have i become?
look, the windows are telling lies
i can’t seem to make the view realign

holy f-ck! a crack through the sky!
wait, no, that doesn’t make any sense
wait, it’s you! shut the h-ll up!
you’re at your antics again

how much longer are you planning on keeping this up?
i am not going to stand for this injustice any longer
colors swirling into a blur every weekend
what is your end goal here?

(chorus)

hey, you! stop listening to my words!
i know you’re here somewhere in my walls!
i will not go around the bin!
who the f-ck do you think i am?!
i’m not you; i am me
and if you think you can destroy me
tapping on the d-mn walls again
staring at me through the cracks in the plaster
you are so wrong, you hear me?!
i’m not you; i am me!
(bridge)

lead me to the well
right into the catacombs
lead me to the well
right into the catacombs
lead me to the well
right into the catacombs
lead me to the well
right into the catacombs
heading into the unknown again

(chorus)

(breakdown) wilbur bullara

lead me to the well

right into the catacombs

lead me to the well

right into the catacombs

lead me to the well

right into the catacombs

lead me to the well

right into the catacombs

i’m heading into the unknown yet again

(verse three)

and the words fly off the notebook
everything you said to me comes to fruition
a world view skewed by you truly
should i alter my name to fit your intrusion
wind connected to fingers
ground cracking as the obelisk rises
i’m shot right through the air
wings made of andesite and amphibole
crystalline spikes launch towards onlookers
the sky cracks once more
landing into the obelisk
i see your real figure dissolving into me
so, what’s your plan now?

- i remember 2006

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