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ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS (2002)

DO I BELIEVE WHAT THEY ARE TELLING ME
OR DO I LISTEN TO MY OWN MIND?
CAUSE IF I BELIEVE WHAT THEY ARE TELLING ME
I'M BOUND TO GO COMPLETELY INSANE
SEEMS LIKE WE'VE CHANGED
INTO WHAT WE ONCE DESPISED
SEEMS LIKE THE STATE IS
JUMPING INTO MY MIND
WE BETTER REMEMBER WHAT
AND HOW MUCH WE'VE LOST
BEFORE THEY START A WAR
TO DEFRAY THE COST
DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D BE DEFENDING
DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D BE FIGHTING FOR
FEEL LIKE MY SPIRIT'S ALREADY IN THE TRENCHES
AND MY SOUL IS IGNORED
DANCING IS DANGEROUS AND
FLIRTING IS MOVING TOWARD A CRIME
GENEROSITY IS SUSPICIOUS
WHEN FLEECING IS THE TIMES
SPONTANEITY IS NOT TRUSTED AND CREATIVITY A BORE
WHEN LIVING IN A VIRTUAL COCOON
SLAVE TO SOME CREDIT CARD FIRM
THE RUGGED INDIVIDUALIST HAVE PACKED UP AND GONE
AND EVEN THE TAME ONES ARE BARELY HANGING ON
THE PETTY FOOLS ARE FIGHTING WARS FOR TURF
AND TO PAY FOR THEIR SUPPRESSED URGES
LEAVING THE HORN PLAYERS
SCUFFLING & TRUMPETING
STREET DIRGES
SO UNTIL I'VE BEEN PROVEN WRONG
I WILL DANCE MY DANCE AND SING MY SONG
HOPING AGAINST HOPE
AND STRUGGLING TO STAY FREE
WHERE A CRIME IS PRESERVATION
OF ONE'S INDIVIDUALITY