One last step to the great white unknown
Hang your head with your eyes as cold as stone
Don't look down 'cause your feet are bloody red
Trace your tears on a hanging self-adherence
You're losing your edge
You're losing your edge
Place your debts on a subtle flight of lair
Trace a mark from the living to the dead
'Cause you've been dragging a corpse for so long now
Shake his hand or put him in the ground
Meet on the edge
Leap from the land
You're losing your edge
You're losing your edge
