The Razor's Edge - The Screaming Jets

Never callin' unanswered letters How you been? Feelin' better? Never lookin', but you're hearin' Never speakin' but you're feelin' All the silence and it's wounding You're not healing, just concealing Play the game Play the game Oh, brother, oh, brother all the blood runs red Don't roll over, don't play dead We're all livin' on the razor's edge Oh, brother, oh, brother all the blood runs ruby red We're all victims of the razor's edge All the rules don't mean a thing They're wasting time, the memories sting Keep your image, plant that smile Answer questions, don't let on Make up stories, all put on That's your life, oh, your life is gone (Play the game) Oh, brother, oh, brother all the blood runs red Don't roll over, don't play dead We're all livin' on the razor's edge Oh, brother, oh, brother all the blood runs ruby red We're all victims of the razor's edge You see you're losing, yet you still try The game just watches your life go by You're playin' well, you're playin', why? Oh, play the game You see you're losing, yet you still try The game just watches your life go by You're playin' well Oh, you're playin' the game Brother, oh, brother all the blood runs red Don't roll over, don't play dead We're all livin' on the razor's edge Oh, brother, oh, brother all the blood runs ruby red We're all victims of the razor's edge

So, here we find ourselves again And one might think it's such a pity To be standing on the razor's edge No, how Occam would be ashamed Or so the dreams appear to say Oh see, they tell of numb and wretched men Who've strayed far from the path And they tell of nameless, faceless men Whose every detail shrouds itself in myth And with poeticism, with insight, and with tragic glee Oh, what does this speak of me If I look on so curious and unappeased? Would such a thing be read and understood so easily? If it was to be, then surely it would be This surely is a dichotomy So prevalent and irrevocably elegant So I've come to see Then, why does it haunt me so? What agency is mine to bring to a union with the pre-ordained? What have the fates to gain from a destitute and witless being? Long discarded by the way So is this a treatise or is it a game? Is this pleasure or is this pain? Or is there something more elusive? Perhaps this could be destiny But as long as I draw breath I'll not let it make a fool of me Lest I wander to the gallows And hang until I'm dead I've seen the mountain in my dreams And I shall seek it 'till the end So beneath the sight of God Shall I forever march in deep into the pines And find my place in the all In the everything, might I just overcome But what of you, my dear? Oh, what of you my love? Oh, how I'd hate to see us part But I must deceive you again I'm sorry, but the voice that calls me rings inside my head It pains me so, the visions torment amidst my fears and sins But nothing wagered, nothing earned And for this, I leave a rose beside your head A crown of thorns

Walking on Razor's edge, so hard for me to find my way home. How could it have come to this? So hard to pick the right from the wrong. I can't try to hide behind myself anymore. I can't try to reason with the pain and misfortune. So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door. Walking on the lonely road, the heartbreaking pain at my side. Without two arms to hold me, nothing but the chain of goodbyes. I can't try to hide myself anymore. I can't try to reason with the pain and misfortune. So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door. I can't try to hide behind myself anymore. I can't try to reason with the pain and misfortune. So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door. I can't try to hide behind myself anymore. I can't try to reason with the pain and torture. So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door.

The crooked smile, expression repressed Birthed from a rushing sweep of panic and distress So temporary, so catatonic The silhouette of silence is feeding off the flesh A balance broken Words you left unspoken Burn the hope in me The wound has been reopened You'll never hear me Signs and visions blurry Burn the hope in me Burn the hope in me Watch me wash away I'm walking lost inside a dream With one foot in my grave I can't escape, I can't escape These artificial moments, suspended in stasis Crafted from a twisted perception So shed your sorrow and bitterness Devoted to deception guided by the fix A balance broken Words you left unspoken Burn the hope in me The wound has been reopened You'll never hear me Signs and visions blurry Burn the hope in me Burn the hope in me I let the poison in A prison built around this mental affliction I let the pain creep in Reacquaint with the wicked I called you out from the splinter of darkness Watch me wash away I'm walking lost inside a dream With one foot in my grave I can't escape, I can't escape this pain Every step, every breath, all progress made It ends with a glass tomb, a tomb I have chosen for myself Compassion and transgression, fight and folly Stricken with a confliction That spreads like frost on a cold, winter night With one purpose, and one destination To breed a relentless fixation on provisional euphoria Indiscriminate tracings Holding the essence of human life I breathe venom from the sharpest edge Snatched the life from me, my soul taken on swift wings I called you out from the splinter of darkness Where I found Where I found you dreaming