The Edge

Memories crash in my mind like a flash flood I can't sweep them under the rug and just shrug I'm trapped in a labyrinth Where all rational thought seems to be absent I assumed I'd find a way out but apparently, I haven't Running rampant, in a futile attempt to reach daylight But much to my dismay I'm missing the right way Now you might say, I'm a hopeless case You'll see the desperation on my face even in the most pleasant place It's like vertigo. I could never have imagined it would hurt me so In the middle of a crowded room, everything's moving slow To anyone who's not blind These are surely telltale signs of a man losing his mind Thoughts of stone are now gravel I'm gradually coming unraveled, unsure how much more I can handle I feel like Edgar Allan Poe Sitting under The Tree of Woe With Lovecraft in Limbo The Edge What's wrong with my head It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds I've walked through my life living it on the ledge Now I'm at the edge The Edge What's wrong with my head It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds I've walked thru my life living it on the ledge Now I'm at the edge I'm uninterested in the things I once cherished My dispositions becoming more careless which is impairing my awareness Waking up in cold sweats but I couldn't be getting that old yet Having that same strange feeling I'm not playing with a full deck It's like my whole life's crashing Dazed, I gaze through a mental maze of depraved pictures as they keep flashing I thought of unmasking the assassin but alas My loyalty was easily swayed therefore I strayed Now everybody's staring But no one's really caring Long gone are the days of love and sharing I'm ensnared in a nightmare where I blindly grope For an inkling of hope that can help me cope I can't take this condition lightly, it's likely altering my psyche I assumed I held a group on reality quite tightly But it would seem, the pictures are beginning to smear And I can't shake this primal fear My time's near The Edge What's wrong with my head It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds I've walked through my life living it on the ledge Now I'm at the edge The Edge What's wrong with my head It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds I've walked thru my life living it on the ledge Now I'm at the edge I can't run from myself The blames to be laid on no one else for my present state of being I'm seeing everything differently, it's as if instantly Thoughts from my head, materialize and take on a consistency I'm miserably failing My ailment seems to be prevailing Much further than Christopher Cross ever thought he'd be sailing Nailing my head to the drywall as of late, I cry all the time Feeling guilty even though I've committed no crime, yet But when the sweat starts trickling I just get to tripping, like I wanna start tearing and ripping It's sickening, to think that I've regressed to this And made a mess of what could have been an excellent script I got a tight lock on my pillow As I see the silhouettes from the pillars of smoke from the murky depths I wish I were dreaming So I could simply wake up and put an end to this screaming The Edge What's wrong with my head It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds I've walked through my life living it on the ledge Now I'm at the edge The Edge What's wrong with my head It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds I've walked through my life living it on the ledge Now I'm at the edge