Hey little sister do you know what time it was
when you finally seen all your broken [bad word] crashing down your door
they demand an answer and they demand it quick
or the questions fade and the wasted [bad word] crawling back for more 

do you know where the power lies? and who pulls the strings
do you know where the power lies it starts and ends with you 

the face of isolation
well that's one you recognize
well you can't get straight
it's a lonely place and
it's one you do despise 

boredom is for sale now
and helplessness you feel
it's a wounded dove and the hawks are above
blood splattered on a reel to reel 

I was almost over my world was almost gone
in a [bad word] I could almost touch the
things that I'd done wrong
my jungle's made of concrete
through silence I could feel
my aim is [bad word] I will walk on through
these mountains made of steel.