At the Edge Songtext
von Thy Bleeding Skies

At the edge
Insanity is at hand
An egoistic altar
Build on humanities decay

Our mind is fixed
On the maximum profit
Don′t care about the weak
In ignorance we believe


Ordinary man, I owe this to you
Don't let yourself be erased by our society
Ordinary man, I dedicate this to you

This is it-our lifes decay
We create it-our lifes decay

Isn′t it weak-to hide your fears
Isn't it poor-to weap no tears
To be strong-does not mean to oppress
Our world is built-on formal defects