The paint chips away
by Bane· from It All Comes Down to This
We just can't go on No not like this The center will not hold So many
voices with so much to say But frozen when it's time to lift a finger
And fix what has been broken for so long You have not taken one true
step towards leaving the Pettiness that you claim that you left behind
This scene that that you are such a proud part of Buckles when you're
ego strikes Sinks under the weight of your apathy Your actions erase
the good in your words And your compassion's as empty as your pride
It's not enough the things that you say It's how you live your life
day by day Forget what you are I wanna know who you are It doesn't
matter what you call yourself It's how you carry yourself Are you
really here to help?