The Fine Line

(Musik: Collapsing Sun; Text: Michael Maas)

Strophe

A call from the depth, a silent whisper
A dream echoes faint and distant
Buried deep the clouded vision
Coming forth the ghosts that haunt you

Start wrestling with the ancient demon
Though won the fight continues
Trapped within urge and habit
With each blow the trap grows tighter

Refrain

Alive and breathing
High hopes though blind
Taste the waters of sheer agony
Drink the wine and feel its pulse inside

Strophe

Cacophony reigns the blood keeps rushing
A drop of sweat a gentle contact
The single tear bears no resemblance
deafening roar through new dimensions

The yoke of life no heavy burden
Enter the stage add to the story
The orchestrator grants expression
And in the end the play's triumphant

Refrain

Bridge

Frailty, life

Refrain

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