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
Make like