I Am
"Before you were, I am, I am"
"Before you were, I am, I am"
Wholly captured by the night
A ghost of who I used to be
Blinded by the light
I couldn't see in front of me
A wild bird in thoughts of flight
Away from painful memories
Knees bloodied, bruised, bent, contrite
A corpse of a man begging to be buried
They say you're perfect to the sight
Rumors blind men cannot comprehend
They say your feast tastes like fine wine
And you allow the hopeless in
I hear you bring the dead to life
Although I thought death was my friend
I hope this life is something more
Than even he can comprehend
I do not really understand
Do I let go of who I am?
You said there's only one "I am"
And I am not him
But death tells me I am
So I took a bite
"Before you were, I am, I am"
Wholly captured by the night
A ghost of who I used to be
Blinded by the light
I couldn't see in front of me
A wild bird with thoughts of flight
Away from painful memories
Knees bloodied, bent, contrite
A corpse of a man begging to be buried
They say you're perfect to the sight
Rumors blind men cannot comprehend
They say your feast tastes like fine wine
And you allow the hopeless in
I hear you bring the dead to life
Although I thought death was my friend
I hope this life is something more
Than even he can comprehend
"Before you were, I am, I am"
Wholly captured by the night
A ghost of who I used to be
Blinded by the light
I couldn't see in front of me
A wild bird in thoughts of flight
Away from painful memories
Knees bloodied, bruised, bent, contrite
A corpse of a man begging to be buried
They say you're perfect to the sight
Rumors blind men cannot comprehend
They say your feast tastes like fine wine
And you allow the hopeless in
I hear you bring the dead to life
Although I thought death was my friend
I hope this life is something more
Than even he can comprehend
I do not really understand
Do I let go of who I am?
You said there's only one "I am"
And I am not him
But death tells me I am
So I took a bite
"Before you were, I am, I am"
Wholly captured by the night
A ghost of who I used to be
Blinded by the light
I couldn't see in front of me
A wild bird with thoughts of flight
Away from painful memories
Knees bloodied, bent, contrite
A corpse of a man begging to be buried
They say you're perfect to the sight
Rumors blind men cannot comprehend
They say your feast tastes like fine wine
And you allow the hopeless in
I hear you bring the dead to life
Although I thought death was my friend
I hope this life is something more
Than even he can comprehend
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Writer(s): Nikhil Charles, Zechari Kramm
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