Stop standing around complaining - I’d love to see the boot on the other foot
You’re treading on thin ice, but you will not sacrifice whatever it is you hold so dear
Let’s build a bridge that crumbles under our feet, let's dig a virtual tunnel
You’re still standing around complaining - well, I heard a theory that, given enough time, anything will end
And this might be a lost night, where we follow blindly
We’ll sever the ties, build a dam in the river now
I’ll vent what I want to you, I’m indifferent to what you want to hear
No, we won't squander your time