Nonpoint

What I do makes the worst of you.
And a good situation gone bad from the start:
a classification that slowy tears us apart.
Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
Your words are just lying there helpless.
Hurry up and
fight. And get inside.
We've started, while you wait for nothing.
Where did our calm conversations go?
Why don't we continue this show?
I don't want to relax, or lower my voice.
it's my choice, and i proudly choose to hide.
Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
Your words are just lying there helpless.
Hurry up and fight. And get inside.