The 11th Hour

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
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 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.