Knife-Edge

Just a step
Cried the sad man
Take a look down
At the mad man
Theatre kings
On silver wings fly
Beyond reason
From the flight
Of the sea gull
Come the spread claws
Of the eagle
Only fear
Breaks the silence
As we all kneel
Pray for guidance
Tread the rule
Cross the abyss
Take a look down
At the madness
On the streets
Of the city
Only specters
Still have pity
Pacing queues
For the gallows
Sing the praises
Of the hallowed
On machines
Feed the furnace
If they take us
They will burn us
Will you still know
Who you are?
When you come to
Who you are?
When the flames of the season
Will you hope to your reason?
Will you be down with your times?
Can you still keep your violence?
Can you live on a knife edge?