There's only so much of yourself you can hear
We're growing sick of it each day, each month, each year
Time is running down, so make a choice, or end up buried in the noise
When it falls apart there won't be a sound
What you're building up can also be broken down
In complacency within yourself
Will be the break and final knell of all you've done
There's no way I'll pay for anything you wouldn't do yourself
When you fail to grow you stop meaning a thing
In my time to go my ears won't miss the ringing
There's no way, I'll wait for you to change the wrongs that you have done
