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Warhead Messiah (A Piece of Me Apart from You)  (A.Fields)

 

In the course of events, 

when there is cause and there is intent, 

add a camera to the mix 

and now something must be done 

in the face of evidence 

that no, we’re not free at all. 



We’re told to get in line, 

and we’re told not to speak. 

If I dared to share my mind, 

would you make a threat of me? 


A part of you is part of me. 

Even though you makes me want to scream, 

know that I would make amends 

and work from that on which we both agree. 



You’re the clear and present threat 

‘cause you choose to own and use a gun. 

I promise that I won’t resist; 

I’m not fighting; didn’t try to run. 

What I find self evident 

is that I’m not really free at all. 


I’m told to get in line.

I'm told not to speak. 

Every time I speak my mind 

you try to censor me?


A part of you is part of me. 

Even though you makes me want to scream, 

know that I would make amends 

and work from that on which we both agree. 



Mother…Father…please 

help me…I can’t…breathe… 

So many things that now I’ll never do. 

I tried my best but, clearly, what’s the use? 



Am I a victim of circumstance 

or the straw that breaks the camel’s back? 

Who could have thought it’d come to this 

and who knows what can and must be done? 

In the face of evidence 

are we, really, free at all? 


We’re told to get in line, 

We're told not to speak. 

And, if we don't toe the line,

you treat us like the enemy? 


A part of you is part of me. 

Even though you makes me want to scream, 

know that I would make amends 

and work from that on which we both agree. 

Eye for eye, a pound of flesh 

leaves us broken, blind and in belief 

that each of us is ‘lesser than’ 

and in need of a good beating. 




I can’t help myself 

everything you say don’t make no sense to me. 

I can’t rightly tell 

if you are or aren’t my enemy. 


All your stories, truth be told, are growing old, don't you know you’ve told them all million times to me? 

Bold opinions on the phone now have a face and a soul that don’t look quite like how you thought they'd be.


I'm not being a part of this

as I know it's not right.

Don't label me a malcontent 

doing this out of spite, 

You may hope for a hastened death 

to try to ensure that you're saved.

But, if you were hoping to live again, 

you’ll have a helluva wait


You've spent a lifetime searching for the proof

that you've professed, now confess, there's no truth...


I can’t help myself 

everything you say, makes me want to scream. 

Just ‘cause you can’t tell 

don’t mean I didn’t try to keep my peace. 


All that’s you is now exposed, open to a world that grows much colder with each lie that comes to light. 

Sparks come from a lonely stone; slowly growing whispered tomes; tones moaned softly become deafening. 


I not being a part of this

doesn’t mean that you're right. 

As you're the source of your discontent, 

know there's no one else to blame. 

You may have chosen the slower death,

but, it still leads to a grave,

and if you want to be born again, 

you’re gonna have a hell of a wait.

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