At the cutting edge you bleed
At the bleeding edge you weep
But you survive
Are you alive?
Sands and time like rivers run
Into streaming rays of sun
But you survive
Are you alive?
BRIDGE:
Where you really living until now?
Are you feeling more alive somehow?
Somehow?
You can’t sleep but you won’t slack
Work life’s face to get it back
But it’s all gone
You work on
There’s no rhythm, there’s no rhyme
But there will be given time
That’s what they say
Some people say
BRIDGE
At the cutting edge you bleed
At the bleeding edge you weep
You weep
You weep

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