ARMY
I wanted an army
You put your hand on my arm
And told me that no one could harm me
Whenever you're within arms length
It's easy to think that you would feel safe
When God puts himself into harms way
But where is my strength
When those on the other side of the wall viciously taunt me?
My God, my God, give me the strength and all the courage to deal with it
'Cause I am not feeling it all of the residents huddle to prey on the fugitive
But it's all intuitive nothing but (wall) standing between all the locals
And me, I wanna be social
My proposal (dare to be vocal!)
Torches!
Clay pots!
Trumpets! (I'm even going out)
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me!)
Go in with torches
Go in with clay pots
Go in with trumpets
Sound off!
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me!)
I live for a purpose (I live for a purpose)
To die and refurbish
Everything that you see through my garage door
The front door is making me nervous
Meaning that I would risk everything just to be comfortable
That's if I let 'em in
House isn't ready the slightest bit
Couldn't care less 'cause they'll see it for what it is
I'm on the brink of destruction
I gave you all of my problems (all of 'em)
Formatted in music production
Lately I'm wandering, pondering
Inside my residence
Fearful of walking in public
Body's been broken, my head has been broken
My heart has been broken
They want me to show them (no)
They're standing there waiting
I tell them off (why?)
This door never opens
Torches!
Clay Pots!
Trumpets! (I'm even going out)
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me!)
Go in with torches
Go in with clay Pots
Go in with trumpets
Sound off!
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me, me!)
Here I am
Pacing my living room
See outside
Each pair of eyes they're watching
Waiting, patient
Some of them ridicule, some of them left
The minuscule army is all of the rest
So versus the powerful giant (hopeless)
We couldn't contest
I think that I'm giving it all of the power it's needing
It's starting to lean against six panel colonist
Maybe a fiberglass don't matter 'cause I'm never getting past
I'm wanting to face him
Dying to heal
Don't let them through the door, keep it concealed
Open it up at let 'em in
Stop! (Why?)
'Cause none of it's real
You put your hand on my arm
And told me that no one could harm me
Whenever you're within arms length
It's easy to think that you would feel safe
When God puts himself into harms way
But where is my strength
When those on the other side of the wall viciously taunt me?
My God, my God, give me the strength and all the courage to deal with it
'Cause I am not feeling it all of the residents huddle to prey on the fugitive
But it's all intuitive nothing but (wall) standing between all the locals
And me, I wanna be social
My proposal (dare to be vocal!)
Torches!
Clay pots!
Trumpets! (I'm even going out)
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me!)
Go in with torches
Go in with clay pots
Go in with trumpets
Sound off!
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me!)
I live for a purpose (I live for a purpose)
To die and refurbish
Everything that you see through my garage door
The front door is making me nervous
Meaning that I would risk everything just to be comfortable
That's if I let 'em in
House isn't ready the slightest bit
Couldn't care less 'cause they'll see it for what it is
I'm on the brink of destruction
I gave you all of my problems (all of 'em)
Formatted in music production
Lately I'm wandering, pondering
Inside my residence
Fearful of walking in public
Body's been broken, my head has been broken
My heart has been broken
They want me to show them (no)
They're standing there waiting
I tell them off (why?)
This door never opens
Torches!
Clay Pots!
Trumpets! (I'm even going out)
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me!)
Go in with torches
Go in with clay Pots
Go in with trumpets
Sound off!
I've got an army
You can't hurt (me, me!)
Here I am
Pacing my living room
See outside
Each pair of eyes they're watching
Waiting, patient
Some of them ridicule, some of them left
The minuscule army is all of the rest
So versus the powerful giant (hopeless)
We couldn't contest
I think that I'm giving it all of the power it's needing
It's starting to lean against six panel colonist
Maybe a fiberglass don't matter 'cause I'm never getting past
I'm wanting to face him
Dying to heal
Don't let them through the door, keep it concealed
Open it up at let 'em in
Stop! (Why?)
'Cause none of it's real
Credits
Writer(s): Christian James Garcia
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