The Precipice Testo

I ascend as apostles who died
With the hurt as a spear in my side
But this world offers nothing for free

As I look in the treacherous eyes
Death is certain as seasons divide
And this world offers nothing for me

For every soul through God or prayer
Divine speech the solace of despair As life greets this velvet symphony
Hard to fake belief, senseless harmony

Hard to fail at grief
Deaths upon us, friends will always bleed

Some shall fall as others create
Some shall crawl with resenting hate

Destroyed, unknown in death
Reaching the spire when others tried and failed
No one can live without prevail

This voids uncertain depths
Reaching up higher without a shred of doubt
We must outlive, the many lost in the shroud

Some shall fall as others create
Some shall crawl with relentless hate
Despairing and worn
Ruthless and scorned
Pale and forlorn
As we stumble and fall

Replenish the force within us
Find a way, mark a way, burn away