A cover of IRON originally performed by WOODKID. I interpreted his lyrics and wrote on to it a story of a rebel. He left everything behind and fought for his country's freedom without the use of arms. The government enraged by his attempt, they marked him as a PUBLIC ENEMY. Detrimental to their comfort zone, the citizens turned against him. Finally when our hero met a dead end he drew his weapon out of desperation. Amazed by the results and effectiveness of violence, he proceeded to assassinations. Heads will roll. Fear engraved in the hearts of men. Victory seems to be within reach. Soon he became bloodthirsty and realizes what he has become... "My victims ain't different from what I've become..."
lyrics
I am the free.
I am the caged.
I am the poor.
I am the rich.
I am the voice.
I am the silent.
I am the peace.
I am the riot.
I am the proud.
I am the pity.
I am the slave.
I am the crowned.
I am the evil.
I am the good.
I am the one.
I am the people.
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights, of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
How many of you I have to go against
To show em all the truth I won't pretend
though Im all alone, won't slow my role
won't be another tool for you to dispense
What's right to you ain't right for us
You tie the noose. I time the cut.
Maybe too late to go through that trouble
Coz all of em I loved don't wanna be saved
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums, dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
The rising of the hordes, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
Coz I know too much. They scared of me
They branded me.Public enemy.
The art of war is to start a war
With a heart of gold like the colour of silence
Clash with the titans. Violence minus the weapons
Hiding my knife in a ballad.
Bulletproof. I wont prove with bullets
Make you aim your own head. Trigger. Pull it.
Can you handle tasks God handed me
Or have the heart to kill families
Who made a choice and live fantasy,
craved the poison as remedy
Still committed if your legacy
in history's be omitted
If i doubt myself and feeling weak
Can u never think twice bout killin me?
The steady burst of snow is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't remind your eyes, your face.
Disowned by the tribe.
No home to arrive
My heart going cold
By the code:
"To REVIVE, is going through DEMISE."
Go for the kill
Sheath and holster, leave it home
And sweep the streets if speech is hopeless.
Seeds I sow will reap and reach to feed the broken
But...
I'm obsessed with the spill of blood.
I feel the rush. It meets my needs
Not needs of us. Will I be deceived?
As i see it come
I'm thinking it's sickening hitting and run
I'm dissin the system that listens to us
I'm riskin the vision my mission entrusts
I'm sinning and missing where I gave it up
My victims ain't different from what I've become...
