Buried in the walls heard in a pitch
Void of sockets scattered eyes revolt and twitch
Through shattered
Windows, wind blows writings in the sand
How the pieces fit the script you hold untold
Inside your hand
Amongst the lost who claim they're found
Jack be nimble Jack don't make a sound
Black out to find myself where reason came to die
Suspect I may be subject to a twisted lie
Turn and face your place decided
Though embraced, the mind divided
Pay the piper all he's due
He may incite his sights on you
Cutting deeper is the edge on which I chose to stand
Dressed in red a queen of diamonds and seven hearts in black on hand
Eron Waage - The Edge on Which I Chose to Stand Lyrics
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Buried in the walls heard in a pitch
Void of sockets scattered eyes revolt and twitch
Through shattered
Windows, wind blows writings in the sand
How the pieces fit the script you hold untold
Inside your hand
Amongst the lost who claim they're found
Jack be nimble Jack don't make a sound
Black out to find myself where reason came to die
Suspect I may be subject to a twisted lie
Turn and face your place decided
Though embraced, the mind divided
Pay the piper all he's due
He may incite his sights on you
Cutting deeper is the edge on which I chose to stand
Dressed in red a queen of diamonds and seven hearts in black on hand
Void of sockets scattered eyes revolt and twitch
Through shattered
Windows, wind blows writings in the sand
How the pieces fit the script you hold untold
Inside your hand
Amongst the lost who claim they're found
Jack be nimble Jack don't make a sound
Black out to find myself where reason came to die
Suspect I may be subject to a twisted lie
Turn and face your place decided
Though embraced, the mind divided
Pay the piper all he's due
He may incite his sights on you
Cutting deeper is the edge on which I chose to stand
Dressed in red a queen of diamonds and seven hearts in black on hand
Writer: Ásbjörn Waage
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