Song Lyrics
If they take us they will burn us, as we all kneel pray for guidance
Take a look down at the madness, tread the road cross the abyss
can you live on a knife-edge
loaded down with your talents
Theatre kings on, can you live on a knife-edge, silver wings fly beyond reason
when the flames have their season
Just a step cried the sad man, when the flames have their season
loaded down with your talents
just a step cried the sad man
can you still keep your balance
Only fear breaks the silence, if they take us they will burn us
just a step cried the sad man
Our machines feed the furnace, when the flames have their season, tread the road cross the abyss
can you still keep your balance
on the streets of the city
when you come to who you are
Only spectres still have pity, only spectres still have pity Emerson,, only spectres still have pity
Take a look down at the madness, only spectres still have pity, can you still keep your balance
Will you hold to your reason, take a look down at the madman
take a look down at the madness
on the streets of the city
Come the spread claws of the eagle, take a look down at the madman
Come the spread claws of the eagle, if they take us they will burn us Lake, if they take us they will burn us
Loaded down with your talents, will you still know who you are
will you still know who you are
Take a look down at the madness, if they take us they will burn us Palmer, only spectres still have pity
Theatre kings on, will you still know who you are
Can you still keep your balance, loaded down with your talents, silver wings fly beyond reason
When the flames have their season, tread the road cross the abyss, theatre kings on