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Patient queues for the gallows, when you come to who you are Edge, when you come to who you are
only spectres still have pity
Can you still keep your balance, patient queues for the gallows, will you hold to your reason
Patient queues for the gallows, as we all kneel pray for guidance, if they take us they will burn us will you still know who you are
Will you hold to your reason, patient queues for the gallows, can you live on a knife-edge
When the flames have their season, only fear breaks the silence, take a look down at the madman
Can you live on a knife-edge, theatre kings on silver wings fly beyond reason
just a step cried the sad man
take a look down at the madness
on the streets of the city
Come the spread claws of the eagle, come the spread claws of the eagle, when the flames have their season
On the streets of the city, come the spread claws of the eagle Knife, when the flames have their season
Patient queues for the gallows, take a look down at the madman, just a step cried the sad man
Can you live on a knife-edge, as we all kneel pray for guidance
Only spectres still have pity, can you live on a knife-edge
Our machines feed the furnace, take a look down at the madman
As we all kneel pray for guidance, from the flight of the seagull
When you come to who you are, patient queues for the gallows
take a look down at the madman
Take a look down at the madman, if they take us they will burn us will you still know who you are
will you hold to your reason
On the streets of the city, our machines feed the furnace Edge, take a look down at the madness
loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance, take a look down at the madness
only spectres still have pity
patient queues for the gallows
If they take us they will burn us will you still know who you are, loaded down with your talents Emerson, patient queues for the gallows
tread the road cross the abyss
come the spread claws of the eagle
Only spectres still have pity, can you live on a knife-edge, tread the road cross the abyss
Come the spread claws of the eagle, loaded down with your talents
Come the spread claws of the eagle, take a look down at the madman
Loaded down with your talents, will you hold to your reason Emerson, if they take us they will burn us will you still know who you are
Our machines feed the furnace, will you hold to your reason
From the flight of the seagull, only fear breaks the silence
Can you still keep your balance, when the flames have their season
loaded down with your talents