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 

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 

We'll make like knives and make demands 



We'll take our voices - with our hands 

We'll 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, I'm not ready to fade 

I'm not ready to die 



And every day 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 four 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 



We'll take our voices - with our hands 

We'll 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, I'm not ready to fade 

I'm not ready to die 



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

Just clear your mind - and dry your tears 

We'll take our voices - with our hands 

We'll make like knives - we'll make demands 



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

I'm not ready to die



Not ready to die...