Tell me what my fortune favours
Is it always something to be wasted?
Complicate all belief
To worship the complex saviour
I burn inside the daydreams
Always be the bystander
And I gleam along a knife edge
I want to feel all your anger
Built of fragments
I struggle to identify
An onerous machine
This language is my method
I burn inside the daydreams
Always be the bystander
And I gleam along a knife edge
I want to feel all your anger
The flickering dregs of the midnight oil
The stillness of the creeping soil
If I had nothing left but loneliness
I would surely keep it for myself
In paradise of the blessed may we reside
A rare thing; a phantom of desire
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge
And I gleam along a knife edge