Neurosia

I stand on the razors edge and the razors edge on me
I don't hope for a better world and the better world doesn't for me

How can I work out well and control my mind yet
Where can I drown my wrath let go without regret
Who can help exempting me from this damn curse
What for am I paving my soul still my fire burns

I am you, you are me
We can make our world insane
Perished mind, avoiding the light
Our heart- fame and blame

Conflict in my ill head
Wait my time will go by
Uncontrolled words and deeds
Wait until my moral dies