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?