Countless times I've been told to step in line, but on we march, to the off beat of someone elses heart
Then as my blood started running cold, the colors faded and my feet started skipping notes
It's hard to dream when you can't even breathe
Another number just waiting to lead
(X2)
But I will not fall

I'll die, when I'm ready to die
With my heart on my sleeve embroidered with pride
And I'll greet death at the front of the line, as a face with a name and a life that was mine

March out of time
Draw your own lines
Maybe when I'm gone, my voice will carry on to help at least one walk in his own sun
And never let a shadow cast upon their fucking path
Maybe when I'm gone, my voice will carry on
You're at the end of the line, so take a number wait for your time
Fuck
You're at the end of the line, so wait for your time
You're at the end of a rope, you got seconds to live, and you're losing hope
Cut the fucking rope