(berry/buck/mills/stipe)

I sit at my table and wage war on myself
it seems like it's all, it's all for nothing
i know the barricades, and
i know the mortar in the wall breaks
i recognize the weapons, i used them well
This is my mistake. let me make it good
i raised the wall and i will be the one to knock it down
I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses
i proclaim that claims are left unstated,
i demand a rematch
i decree a stalemate
i divine my deeper motives
i recognize the weapons
i've practiced them well. i fitted them myself
(chorus)
it's amazing what devices you can sympathize, empathize
this is my mistake. let me make it good
i raised the wall and i will be the one to knock it down
Reach out for me and hold me tight. hold that memory
let my machine talk to me, let my machine talk to me
This is my world
and i am world leader pretend
this is my life
and this is my time
i have been given the freedom
to do as i see fit
it's high time i've raised the walls
that i've constructed
(repeat chorus)
You fill in the mortar. you fill in the harmony
you fill in the mortar. i raised the wall
and i'm the only one
i will be the one to knock it down