Not Ready to Die

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

Gone cast away in time Evil yours, now evil mine So I robbed you blind, the voices in my head could jest a less than peaceful side The endless possibilities controlling every fight You can't break me, crushed the fears of yesterday You can't change m