Lyrics

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