| 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 recognize the weapons, I 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 defenses |
| I proclaim that claims are left unstated, |
| I demand a rematch |
| I decree a stalemate |
| I divine my deeper motives |
| I recognize the weapons |
| I’ve practiced them well. I fitted them myself |
| It’s amazing what devices you can sympathize, empathize |
| 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 and 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 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’ve razed the walls |
| That I’ve constructed |
| (repeat chorus) |
| 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 |