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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Addict Ameba
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lorenzo Farolfi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lorenzo Farolfi
Producer
Lyrics
Look at us men
Fighting a war
On several fronts
Without and within
Look at us men
Fighting some war
With all of the weapons
That we have inherited
From our fathers, from our brothers
From our mothers, from ourselves
Look at us men
Fighting some war
Brother
We have got to find a way
To get on top of our hurting
The way we have taken our pain
And made a church of it
Call it coping
Call it worship
Raise our voices
To the chorus
The way we have taken our pain
And fashioned it into a sonnet
Recited at the summit of our damages
Look at me, wicked and bad
Big and broad chested
The most twisted of the pretzels
Proud of all my poisons
Ignoring all the seeping
Shoving all my feelings
On high corners for safe keeping
Is this your masculinity
Or just your trauma speaking?
Maybe you've said some
Unfortunate things
To yourself
It's too late
Your heart isn't in
The right place
And nobody wanna
See your face
In a site of grace
But I'm telling you
Brother that is far from the case
You are loved
You are valued
The winds behind you are still strong
And I know you're hurting
And everyone's hurting
And everyone's trying
And you must try
The sun still holds the sky
But we are running out of time
With the old same old same old
Just isn't gonna fly
In fact same old same old
Has been the problem
For a while, I mean
What are you going to do?
With all of your weapons
And all of your hurting
Comes to you as a song
And you cannot deny the melody
And you're undone by the words
And all you can do
Is hum?
Writer(s): Lorenzo Farolfi
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