Hey little sister do you know what time it was 
when you finally seen all your broken dreams 
come crashing down your door 
they demand an answer and they demand it quick 
or the questions fade and the wasted days 
come 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 sudden rush 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 true I will walk on through 
these mountains made of steel.