• Im standing on the edge
    Im looking past the line
    I hear that echo of "Everything is gonna be fine"

    But My feet start to slip (start to slip)
    and I prepare for the bitter embrace of eternal sleep.
    But I feel thin lines run across my back
    The threads run through my skin (straight through to my heart)
    And now the true show can begin.

    The only support left is what you choose to give me.
    I become a puppet, a puppet held in a gentle tug
    by deceptive hands
    and those beautifully tainted fingers
    now control the means to my end.

    So how long can I trust you (trust you)
    How long do I wait
    until you get sick of holding me up. (sick and tired)

    When will the last moment of my life arrive
    Oh, when will you stop teasing and decide.

    Pull me back onto solid feet
    Or let me slip
    slip down to the darkness (darkness below).

    So how long can I trust you... trust you...
    How long will it be until you get sick of holding me up
    Get tired (tired)
    tired of holding on....