Letra de Knife-Edge

Just a step, cried the sad man Take a look down at the madman Bearded kings on silver wings Fly beyond reason From the flight of the seagull Come the spread claws of the eagle Only fear breaks the silence As we all kneel, pray for guidance Tread the room, 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 gallows Sing the praises of the hallows Our 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 have their season Will you hold to your reason? Will you die with your chance? Can you still keep your balance? Can you live for a knife edge?