Edge of the Knife
I look into mirror of soul which is gone
Blinded by darkness, (nowhere) only to come
Pages are turning black no eye to see
What you've done to my life, nothing is free
Still can remember all things have been done
Images I can't erase
Feels like I'm walking under the gun
Pointing into my face
Fallen into the emotional pit
Climbing the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
I look into mirror, empty shell all I see
Consequences around me, tainted past that will be...
Would I find a salvation if I'll give back much more?
Or was I just a puppet in that innocent war?
Still can remember all things have been done
Images I can't erase
Feels like a walking under the gun
Pointing into my face
Fallen into the emotional pit
Climbing the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
Giving up - standing still
Shine outside - dark within
Holding on - breaking down
Chased by past all the time
Still can remember all things have been done
Images I can't erase
Feels like a walking under the gun
Pointing into my face
Fallen into the emotional pit
Climbing the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
Still can remember what I've done
This I can't erase
I'm walking under the gun
Right in front of my face
Deep down inside the emotional pit
Suffer the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
Blinded by darkness, (nowhere) only to come
Pages are turning black no eye to see
What you've done to my life, nothing is free
Still can remember all things have been done
Images I can't erase
Feels like I'm walking under the gun
Pointing into my face
Fallen into the emotional pit
Climbing the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
I look into mirror, empty shell all I see
Consequences around me, tainted past that will be...
Would I find a salvation if I'll give back much more?
Or was I just a puppet in that innocent war?
Still can remember all things have been done
Images I can't erase
Feels like a walking under the gun
Pointing into my face
Fallen into the emotional pit
Climbing the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
Giving up - standing still
Shine outside - dark within
Holding on - breaking down
Chased by past all the time
Still can remember all things have been done
Images I can't erase
Feels like a walking under the gun
Pointing into my face
Fallen into the emotional pit
Climbing the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
Still can remember what I've done
This I can't erase
I'm walking under the gun
Right in front of my face
Deep down inside the emotional pit
Suffer the rest of my life
This is redemption without the end
I'm on edge of a knife
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Writer(s): Viacheslav Konstantinov
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