Dark Horizons

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 fucking 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 fucking word...

i`ll never understand

i`ll never understand you