Tim Armstrong - The 11th. Hour lyrics

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 When you can't get straight It's a lonely place and It's one you do despise Boredom is for sale now And the helplessness you feel Is 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 the silence I could feel That my aim is true and I will walk on through These mountains made of steel And I say: 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