Like a lighthouse
In the calm of desolation
Trying to awake
In this circle of confusion
We´re running like mice in a maze
We're prisoners like a lion in a cage
How can you spit in a hand that always feeds you?
How can you deny someone that helps you?
Lines of the edge
The thin line between pleasure and pain
Lines of the edge
Never really knowing anyone
What's left behind
Serve to make us whole
Full of no answers
Depression, decay
How can you spit in a hand that always feeds you?
How can you deny someone that helps you?
Lines of the edge
The thin line between pleasure and pain
Lines of the edge
Never really knowing anyone
Surreal paradox
From love to hate
From belief to skeptic
From religious to atheist