You've got your eyes on the road

There's too many cooks in the kitchen

Too many kings on the throne

How can I make it clear

I am not the wrecking ball

How can I make you understand

That you are your own destroyer

Wind blows the stonewall down

No one's around to put it back together

Your words are only splinters

My words are only causing sparks

What is all the panic here

The flame won't put the fire out

Standing on the track

Looking to meet your match

Meet your match

Great empires fall to the ground

Good friends and allies turn on each other

How can I make it clear

I am not the wrecking ball

We were raised side by side

Til our bones are as big as the battlefield

Standing on the track

Looking to meet your match

Meet your match