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 knives - we'll make demands 
I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade 
I'm not ready to die