Right at the edge of morale there is a dangerous place
an area free of critique and laws that keep me still
In order to know where to stay I need to go too far
– reach the peak of the flame until I feel the pain
I was given so many chances
too many to walk on by
I was given so many chances
too many
I step outside of norms and ordeals
to concentrate on fooling around
I step outside of preformed ideas
to concentrate on bathing in light
Just for a moment I let the thrill take over me
– feel the constant suspense turn into discontent
I’m way out of line, stuck inside of my own fantasy
Lust will let go of me when I am torn to shreds