| Song | At War With Me |
| Artist | Zack Hemsey |
| Album | Empty Room |
| Verse 1: | |
| Only notions he considers are hollowed and lost thoughts | |
| Visions that confer only sorrow that time’s caught | |
| A ghost upon a body so shoddy and scared soft | |
| A mind so terrified it’s resigned and it’s shut off | |
| But that’s to be expected when a boy has been selected | |
| In his hands is placed a weapon as a soldier then directs him | |
| Shoot upon your father | |
| To refuse you’ll burn in horror | |
| No pursuit of pride and honor | |
| He just stands immersed in sweat | |
| Family eyes connect | |
| He holds his rifle to his chest | |
| His heart is heavy with regret as he unloads with his offence | |
| And “in the name of freedom” is chanted to loud applause | |
| While planted in his brain is an image of Hell crossed | |
| Sobbing in his spirit and fearing the holocaust | |
| He must compose himself or risk being the next lost | |
| Now every shadow hides a face he’s shot or blown to dust | |
| With every day he’s dying and getting more out of touch | |
| And every night he dreams he ends the death machine | |
| And finds a way to run from his stranger and this regime | |
| As morning leaves him choking and full of grief | |
| He’s hoping today will be the day that brings him a reprieve | |
| Chorus | |
| If only we could find the fortune | |
| Instead of misfortune | |
| Would be see it’s out of proportion | |
| Or have we cut off our feet | |
| No way to retreat | |
| In nothing but defeat | |
| But if we can get us lost | |
| And try to take it off | |
| Could we clean up this distortion | |
| Try to make it soften | |
| Are we all orphans now | |
| Have we exhausted now | |
| And I never loathed a life | |
| But now I lead this war with me | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I suspect my calm’s Manchurian in nature | |
| Just a matter of some time before she makes me waste ‘em | |
| Yet I possess no fury toward this stranger | |
| No I just feel allured by coming danger | |
| Change her I wouldn’t | |
| I want to ride the current of her storm | |
| Nourish on her sword | |
| And let my soul absorb | |
| And he of pure mind, let him to me accord | |
| Benevolence to ward off temptation that I have stored | |
| Cuz lord knows the craving in me grows | |
| With every step I took I knew the devil in me rose | |
| Waiting on a precipice so delicately posed | |
| A long and lovely fall no will or fire can oppose | |
| But the beauty of her form brings violence | |
| And I succumb to dancing with this Siren | |
| And I can feel the weight of this unload | |
| Perception has been altered now I see what she’s bestowed | |
| The wrath in me explodes and the sins of men are found | |
| The power of her sound reveals malevolence abound | |
| To he who sees no heaven amongst the clouds | |
| The reckoning is coming, get ready for buried ground | |
| Yet I can feel such impurity within | |
| I must expel the fiend and let its hole cave in | |
| And so to singe this evil now I pull the pin | |
| But clutch it to my heart to end the journey of my twin | |
| Chorus |
| Verse 1: | |
| Only notions he considers are hollowed and lost thoughts | |
| Visions that confer only sorrow that time' s caught | |
| A ghost upon a body so shoddy and scared soft | |
| A mind so terrified it' s resigned and it' s shut off | |
| But that' s to be expected when a boy has been selected | |
| In his hands is placed a weapon as a soldier then directs him | |
| Shoot upon your father | |
| To refuse you' ll burn in horror | |
| No pursuit of pride and honor | |
| He just stands immersed in sweat | |
| Family eyes connect | |
| He holds his rifle to his chest | |
| His heart is heavy with regret as he unloads with his offence | |
| And " in the name of freedom" is chanted to loud applause | |
| While planted in his brain is an image of Hell crossed | |
| Sobbing in his spirit and fearing the holocaust | |
| He must compose himself or risk being the next lost | |
| Now every shadow hides a face he' s shot or blown to dust | |
| With every day he' s dying and getting more out of touch | |
| And every night he dreams he ends the death machine | |
| And finds a way to run from his stranger and this regime | |
| As morning leaves him choking and full of grief | |
| He' s hoping today will be the day that brings him a reprieve | |
| Chorus | |
| If only we could find the fortune | |
| Instead of misfortune | |
| Would be see it' s out of proportion | |
| Or have we cut off our feet | |
| No way to retreat | |
| In nothing but defeat | |
| But if we can get us lost | |
| And try to take it off | |
| Could we clean up this distortion | |
| Try to make it soften | |
| Are we all orphans now | |
| Have we exhausted now | |
| And I never loathed a life | |
| But now I lead this war with me | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I suspect my calm' s Manchurian in nature | |
| Just a matter of some time before she makes me waste ' em | |
| Yet I possess no fury toward this stranger | |
| No I just feel allured by coming danger | |
| Change her I wouldn' t | |
| I want to ride the current of her storm | |
| Nourish on her sword | |
| And let my soul absorb | |
| And he of pure mind, let him to me accord | |
| Benevolence to ward off temptation that I have stored | |
| Cuz lord knows the craving in me grows | |
| With every step I took I knew the devil in me rose | |
| Waiting on a precipice so delicately posed | |
| A long and lovely fall no will or fire can oppose | |
| But the beauty of her form brings violence | |
| And I succumb to dancing with this Siren | |
| And I can feel the weight of this unload | |
| Perception has been altered now I see what she' s bestowed | |
| The wrath in me explodes and the sins of men are found | |
| The power of her sound reveals malevolence abound | |
| To he who sees no heaven amongst the clouds | |
| The reckoning is coming, get ready for buried ground | |
| Yet I can feel such impurity within | |
| I must expel the fiend and let its hole cave in | |
| And so to singe this evil now I pull the pin | |
| But clutch it to my heart to end the journey of my twin | |
| Chorus |