The Edge
-andy

Sitting on the edge.
The edge of it all.
Way down deep,
Deep inside.
There's a fire burning.
Burning bright, burning hot.
There's a fire burning.
Burning down.
Burning out.
Another wasted year.
Another wasted tear.
A drop of perspiration.
A pool of bloody sweat.
Fuzzy clarity.
Muddy haze of clear confusion.
Breath a breath of disillusion.
Dumbfounded disbelief.
Thrive upon and make my own,
All that won't destroy me.
Take it inside me.
Force it inside me.
Deep down inside me.
Feed the fire.
Burn brighter, burn higher.
Fuel for another day.
On the edge of disarray.