i'll turn to dust by the beat of this stone.
no pity for ambition-less souls.
wasting time is just a sad excuse to pass time,

you've tortured the tide and let your life pass by.

it's a shame youd rather burn out than spark a flame.

so much resistance, you burn yourself out.
smothered by lifes "troubles" that you've seen so little of
i'll watch you turn to dust before know, before you pick yourself up.


fed up with doubt, and learning the hard way
nothing changes but my patience has given way

second, third, fourth chances and not a chance of change
you'd rather burn out than spark a flame.
unaffected by the effects of your let downs

i see the effects, apathy is what gets me down
i grind myself to the bone to spark the fires of change
but you smother the coals, your "troubles" wearing you out.


so what is it that gets me down?
I work my fingers to the bone only to turn dust by the beat of this stone...