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
Even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
So you can chant your anthems to the deaf
We can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
We can take our voices with our hands
We'll make like knives and make demandsWe'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 downI'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade
I'm not ready to dieEveryday of my life, I can feel it getting harder to breathe
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
Only thirty three years can save my life
I've had twenty three more to make things right
I'm taken to the sky and you're still here
You can clear your mind and dry your tearsWe'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 downI'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade
I'm not ready to dieWhen I'm taken home and you're still here
Just clear your mind, dry your tears
We'll take our voices, with our hands
We'll make like knives, we'll make demandsI'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade
(Aaa)
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade
(Aaa)
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to die