From: lordyumyum@gmail.com   
      
   Knife-Edge   
   Song by Emerson, Lake & Palmer   
      
   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   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)