The ledge between Sanity and insanity
Paranoia of a very short distance
The cliff at the end of the Lion's gate
Sadly be noted some have already fallen
At the end of the tunnel the Angels wait
In the space of delusions
Deception deletes reality of grandiose
Progressions revolving in circles
For their own work of Master's they boast
The darkness that creates phantoms
Masked in alcohol and drugs
Echo out the pleadings for salvation
And yet we are all brother and sisters
And so being we must also feel their pain