Lyrics On the Edge of Madness - Zocerr

Thèse murrr-urrr-mures
Thèse fissures
Où sont viséurs
Quelle obscurrrrr-eur-eur

This could be the heaviest verse
The world's ever heard
There's just too much to put into words
I tell myself no one can carry my curse
But I crack under pressure
And it only gets worse

It happens at the moment
That you want some peace and quiet
And the voices in your head
Have got you ready to riot
And the state of things
Is in a state of disrepair
All the kings horses
And all the kings men
Can't put you back together again
Once you've crossed the line
You can't rewind
It's too late

Live-on-the-edge-of-a-cliff
Usual suspect for mischief
Go rock by Jupiter
Chose to see Temple of Fire

Crée
Crée
Crée
Crée
Je crée
Je crée
Crée
Crée
Je crée
Je crée

All the kings horses
And all the kings men

It happens every time you encounter sadness
At first the ground is rough
But then it becomes Atlantis
Your head and the world are your own apparatuses
The bed is cold
But your heart is warm like salmon