all the words I say were made to be spoken all the spells you cast were made to be broken all the wounds we healed were made to be opened when your body's burning my body's made of water ‘cause you and i will haunt the living faith is where the passion's bleeding so low and yet so high dead or alive nothing more to say what I feel cannot be spoken living in my wounds will only get you broken I know what I'll do I'll be....I'll be losing control can't wait to be so high so I can take the fall cause you and I will haunt the living faith is where the passion's bleeding so low and yet so high dead or alive we will met someday among all the children left unborn they will raise their hands and pray “make it go away” all the words I said were made to be spoken