I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all, it's all for nothing
I know the barricades
And I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognise the weapons, I've used them well
This is my mistake
Let me make it good
I raised the wall
And I will be the one to knock it down
I've a rich understanding of my finest defences
I proclaim that claims are left unstated
I demand a rematch
I decree a stalemate
I divine my deeper motives
I recognise the weapons
I've practised them well
I fitted them myself
It's amazing what devices you can sympathize
Empathise
This is my mistake, let me make it good
I raised the wall
And I will be the one to knock it down
Reach out for me
Hold me tight
Hold that memory
Let my machine talk to me
Let my machine talk to me
This is my world,and I am the World Leader Pretend
This is my life, and this is my time
I have been given the freedom to do as I see fit
It's high time I razed the walls that I've constructed
It's amazing what devices you can sympathize
Empathise
This is my mistake, let me make it good
I raised the wall
And I will be the one to knock it down
You fill in the mortar
You fill in the harmony
You fill in the mortar
I raised the wall
And I'm the only one
I will be the one to knock it down
Thoughts and musings on anything sports, politics, theology, music, literature, hunting, and fishing through the rantings of a madman still trying to figure-out why striped bass fishing tactics won't work on Chinook salmon.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Weekend Earworm: 09/21/2013
I usually try to avoid being overly political in my choices of earworms, focusing mainly on those songs striking my fancy over the course of a week. Watching events unfold these past many weeks in D.C., though, has just left me shaking my head at our world leader pretend...
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