Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
From the flight of the seagullCome the spread claws of the eagleOnly fear breaks the silence
As we all kneel pray for guidanceTread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
On the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallowsSing the praises of the hallowedOur machines feed the furnace
If they take us they will burn usWill you still know who you are
When you come to who you areWhen the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge
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