Treating your days like a countdown
Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up,
and you get nothing done,
and this is what you want
Lost touch and,
you turn your back and your some friend
Sterile conversation,
learn to talk a good game
Talk your way out,
it’s a sure thing
Testing the ends of what they’ll put up with

You got your chance to say what you wanted to
But you never do,
stand up to the ones that keep you down,
now you can see right through it all
Lost touch and,
tracing your steps you can’t begin
You can’t start,
to say what your thinking and why not
Talk your way out,
it’s a sure thing
Testing the ends of what they’ll put up with

Sticking it out ‘til you can’t get up
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when you’re told,
there’s no way,
making sure there never will

Sticking it out ‘til you can’t get up
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when you’re told,
there’s no way,
making sure there never will
Testing the ends of what they put up with