Текст песни: The Briggs. Come All You Madmen. Oblivion.

Crept up to the edge of exhaustion
A platoon of memories rush in
Does salvation come to everyone
When you separate the body from the mind?
Temptation can drive a man insane
Only with himself to blame

And I'm standing on the edge of oblivion
Standing on the edge of oblivion
And I'll put my best foot forward
Put my best foot forward

It's impossible to pretend all is well
When life is organized by fear
Wrapped up in a neatly packaged hell
And the reason still remains unclear
I've mastered the art of complications
'Til every possibility's been named

And I'm standing on the edge of oblivion
Standing on the edge of oblivion
Standing on the edge of oblivion
And I'll put my best foot forward
Put my best foot forward

With a wealth of disappointment stacking high
On a foundation built on who's to blame
It's leveled when you find the victims
And the perpetrators are one in the same

Standing on the edge of oblivion
Standing on the edge of oblivion
Standing on the edge of oblivion
And I'll put my best foot forward
Put my best foot forward