Brink

Your standing on the edge of decision And your heart is dead and your eyes won't open Cause the cold wind has bitten far to deep for you to feel the warmth of life again The petty indecision of yesterday trial bites at the knowledge of an empty dream No-one listen to your pleads for peace and no-one will here your silent scream. On the brink.... To comfort and deceive with soft promises While you walk that narrow path of glass And pray that God will deliver you From the inconsistent attitude of angry flies. Looking down a tunnel of terminal black No escape door or panacea for the soul Just the treachery of repetition And the misconception of deliverance Now the time has come to swing the pendulum And cast the die of fatal choices On - Off - On - Off On off days in the winter - Brink. Time has flown away and your lonely as a shipwrecked fool. you realize... Lonely as a shipwrecked fool you realize...the experience of politics is just cheap psychology on the sly.