The edge of reason
Constantly waver...

Nobody would believe
That my wrist does bleed...

Strip off my wings
With your constant lies...

Everything we know today
Will be the questions of tomorrow...

Metal meet me
Make me whole...

You cant know the countless times
These feeble hands carried my heavy head...

Being next you
Dying in your hold...

Your face covered to me
In the shadows you keep...

Smile for them
Frown for you...

*-This is a bit brutal, just to warn you...
Blood meet the walls...

Such a young life
That heaven has called...

His eyes reveal visions of guilt
Of which we are compelled to obey...