, I?m at the edge of infinity Flowing at in strings of life les sees, Sense of existence no more needs. Hallucinations sets me free, I?m at the edge of infinity
plains the lost feast Whose shimmering teeth are marking the passing of time A cloud falls; a bird shivers and sings, its beak stained with night Pure gold: the dark is waiting, the darkness
What went down on the side of the road? What I saw at the edge of the see. Only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow. What seeped out throught
unfold. Oh well, a collection of particles held together by the force of a soul and its memory. Be warned (you stand) on the edge of infinity; Where
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark brown tone As the wood of which
the dark hiding from the shadows of the wind Wafts of might, wine of fire, I was called to taste Jewel throne Silver horses brought us here, to the edge
and sea. I hold the key to your lost infinity. Yeah. I am crawling inside. Yeah. I drain you of your pride. The sha- dows in the the darkness, are no
edge I don't want want this pain, I just want my death A slow death by suffocation turns my dreams to reality End of my fucking existence dead for all eternity Obscure infinity
Tossing, turning, restless Can not sleep Drenched in perspiration Dampened sheets Nestled in nocturnal darkness lay Reeling, my subconscious Mind at play
, sitting in the dark hiding from the shadows of the wind Wafts of might, wine of fire, I was called to taste Silver horses brought us here, to the edge
breezes, And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts, Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into Deep, dark,
dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away And so I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night And a strangely
A star gate to illusions and dreams, ascend the eye of infinity Parallel dimensions unseen, a spiral galaxy Seeing through the eyes of the dead, explore
in the pouring rain - a crescendo of voices driven to the edge, Wishing for complete serenity of the mind. Stench of decay, emanating darkness allowing
It's very cold on the edge I'm standing alone counting footsteps Which will lead me to the bottom of life. Sun is gone even the stars are not shining
