Knife Edge Lyrics - Victims Of The Modern Age - Star One

Just a step cried the sad man 

Take a look down at the madman 

Theatre 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 road 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 hallowed 

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 

Loaded down with your talents 

Can you still keep your balance 

Can you live on a knife-edge