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.