Standing on the precipice
the people dance and sing
tip and toe along the razor's edge
not knowing what the day will bring
Finding comfort in the company we keep,
how brief the fleeting guarantees
from silver spoons like babes we feed
It'll take the doomsday bell to wake you from your sleep
And all we hold in our hearts as dear
we must secure by our own means
In no other man's hands rests your care
so when the hammer falls, prepare! prepare!
Your withered fingers feebly grasp
what's left of grandeur long since past
why do you cling to the status quo?
abandon your canon! forget what you know!
With humble heart and honest hands
carry the torch that holds the flame,
illuminates the darkened path
and points the way to start again
What countless numbers choose the road,
clamor for their place in line,
deaf to warning tones sustained
stretching across time,
it's the doomsday bell that's ringing
so when the hammer starts swinging where will you be?
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Standing on the precipice
the people dance and sing
tip and toe along the razor's edge
not knowing what the day will bring
Finding comfort in the company we keep,
how brief the fleeting guarantees
from silver spoons like babes we feed
It'll take the doomsday bell to wake you from your sleep
And all we hold in our hearts as dear
we must secure by our own means
In no other man's hands rests your care
so when the hammer falls, prepare! prepare!
Your withered fingers feebly grasp
what's left of grandeur long since past
why do you cling to the status quo?
abandon your canon! forget what you know!
With humble heart and honest hands
carry the torch that holds the flame,
illuminates the darkened path
and points the way to start again
What countless numbers choose the road,
clamor for their place in line,
deaf to warning tones sustained
stretching across time,
it's the doomsday bell that's ringing
so when the hammer starts swinging where will you be?