Walking The Blade

Once was blind

But now I see

Over again

This life marches over me

Pouring again

My blood hits the pavement

No one will hear

So why should I even say it?

Bashing my head

Until my skull starts to cave in

Heaven sent

To the Hell that has swallowed me

Ten toes standing on the

Blade that cuts my feet

All my life I self-destruct

Disconnection building up

Yet I walk the blade

Fruitless endeavors circle me on my deathbed

Send them to rot, my fall from grace will be painless

But I can still hear the voice in my head saying

Step up, step up, step up, step up, step up

One foot right in front of the other

Losing blood by the fucking liter

Pulled apart by a thousand directions

The blade is our truest intentions

God grows in the blooming flower

But no flowers ever grow here

Run my fingers through the ashes

As I walk through the barren wasteland

I can see my bones through my tired hands

Marching onward through soot and sand

The blade is Hell

And still I

Walk it

Walk

Bleed in step, you fucking coward

Walk

Walk

Walk

Walk

Walk the blade

Life's but a walking shadow

A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more

It is a tale told by an idiot

Full of sound and fury

Signifying nothing