You tell yourself you're not the one.
You won't get hurt when the damage is done.
You tell yourself it won't happen to you.
It's the same old story, it's nothing new.
Can't be the one, the one to lose.
You won't be wearing someone else's shoes.
Can't you read it, it's up on the wall.
How can someone so big be so small.
You walk on water, it's the chance you take
against the odds that the ice won't break.
When the sun comes up in the dead of the night,
you won't escape from the blinding light.
Feel the blood running through your veins.
See the madness burning in their brains.
Nowhere to run, no place to hide.
We're all along for that one way ride.
You're nothing without your friends.
They'll be with you to the bitter end.
You're nothing, and you'll find out
what this world is all about.
Standing in the strike zone.
Running with the pack.
Standing in the strike zone.
Ain't no use in turning back.
Standing in the strike zone.
There's a panic in the streets.
Standing in the strike zone.
You've got a ticket for a front row seat.