I stand on the razors edge and the razors edge on me I don't hope for a better world and the better world doesn't for me
How can I work out well and control my mind yet Where can I drown my wrath let go without regret Who can help exempting me from this damn curse What for am I paving my soul still my fire burns
I am you, you are me We can make our world insane Perished mind, avoiding the light Our heart- fame and blame
Conflict in my ill head Wait my time will go by Uncontrolled words and deeds Wait until my moral dies
