Just a step cried the sad man  Take a look down at the madman  Theatre kings on silver wings  Fly beyond reason  From the flight of the seagull  Come the spread claws of the eagle  Only fear breaks the silence  As we all kneel pray for guidance    Tread the road cross the abyss  Take a look down at the madness  On the streets of the city  Only spectres still have pity  Patient queues for the gallows  Sing the praises of the hallowed  Our machines feed the furnace  If they take us they will burn us    Will you still know who you are  When you come to who you are    When the flames have their season  Will you hold to your reason  Loaded down with your talents  Can you still keep your balance  Can you live on a knife-edge    these lyrics are submitted by burkul