You're mouth's still moving But I can't hear a word you say You're lips ought to be sewed shut, Just to seal your fate Why don't you ever have Anything good to say We're all done talking, All I have for you is pain.
So get up or walk away, I don't wanna play your game There's no reason, there's no rhyme, I got my own axe to grind So get up on your feet, This is war out in these streets There's no reason, there's no rhyme, I got my own axe to grind.
So damn tired of this lazy son of a bitch Got no time to make a rich man rich We're all done talking, for me this is the end.
Don't try to hold me back, I'm breaking free, I'm on my way.