On my way down.. 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 I'm not ready to die
When I'm taken home - and you're still here Just clear your mind - and dry your tears We'll take our voices - with our hands Make like knives - we'll make demands
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 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 I'm not ready to die