Lines of the Edge
Álbum: Lines of the Edge

Like a lighthouse
In the calm of desolation
Trying to awake
In this circle of confusion

We´re running like mice in a maze
We're prisoners like a lion in a cage

How can you spit in a hand that always feeds you?
How can you deny someone that helps you?

Lines of the edge
The thin line between pleasure and pain
Lines of the edge
Never really knowing anyone

What’s left behind
Serve to make us whole
Full of no answers
Depression, decay


How can you spit in a hand that always feeds you?
How can you deny someone that helps you?

Lines of the edge
The thin line between pleasure and pain
Lines of the edge
Never really knowing anyone


Surreal paradox
From love to hate
From belief to skeptic
From religious to atheist