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*cking 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 skill 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*cking word... i`ll never understand i`ll never understand you