The edge becomes the way

a thorn burns in my head

can’t pull it out or hear myself

there’s nothing left to say

all burried deep with sorrow

to see the new gods on their way

 Here I lay down my soul

 I see them raise a cross

 To bear the naked thoughts

 to stone them down with rocks

 like a whispering silent ghost

 and my curse is my host/own

fragments on the floor

leaving me in pieces,

to worship empty signs

voices fuel the void

see them pull apart and start over again

 Here I lay down my soul

 I see them raise a cross

 To bear the naked thoughts

 to stone them down with rocks

 like a whispering silent ghost

 and my curse is my host/own

it’s all again, all over again

it’s all over, over and over, all over again

And if we dare to hope in vain

waiting for new times

Can we outrun the crawling wave

and rush out the void ?

 still fragments hit the floor

 still the edge becomes the way

 still i lay down my soul