i've lost my footing i'm hanging on by the brink i'm stranded in a sea of hope with not a drop to drink so i stand alone when i think because conformity can't be the solution because some scars never heal and now my dreams lay in silent ruins there's blood on the horizon and still not a word spoken i've lost my footing i'm hanging on by a very thin thread now the shadow falls as the reaper calls and the dark comes rolling in over head somthing wicked this way comes and still not a f**ing word spoken strike me down release my hand just let me fall i'll never understand i'm not living up to their expectations i'm not living up to their dreams of success they say i'm not living up to a simple standard they say i'm not living up to the sk** i possess i think i was born without a soul (pray for me) i think i was born without a voice (cry for me) i think i was born without a pulse (love for me) god, why was i born without a choice? (die for me) and not a word, not a word is spoken not a word is spoken - that's why i'm broken not a word, not a word is spoken and still not a f**ing word... i'll never understand i'll never understand you