You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point

While you were busy building knowledge I was already right

I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all

And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull

So you can chant your anthems to the deaf

And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left

Or we can take our voices with our hands

Make like knives and make demands

We'll take our voices - with our hands

Make like knives - we'll make demands



I'm burning bridges for the last time



I'm breaking habits for the first time



I saw my future today, it said I'm going away

But I still haven't sung the last line

On my way down..

I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade

I'm not ready to die

And everyday of my life I can feel it getting harder to breathe

With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave

I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret

But I've been busy making scars that you will never forget

If only thirty three years can save my life

I've had twenty three more to make things right

So when I'm taken to the sky and you're still here

You can clear your mind and dry your tears

When I'm taken home - and you're still here

Just clear your mind - dry your tears

I'm burning bridges for the last time

I'm breaking habits for the first time

I saw my future today, it said I'm going away

But I still haven't sung the last line.

On my way down..

I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade

I'm not ready to die

When I'm taken home - and you're still here

Just clear your mind - dry your tears

We'll take our voices - with our hands

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