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
Till our bones are as big as the battlefield

Standing on the track
Looking to meet your match
Meet your match