Where great things die

Dreams turn to stone

reality is put on ice

This is where clouds come to die

and all hope leaves this life

Walking a thin line

here I live

Tuning the balance

plucking the strings in harmony

Living on the edge

one wrong step and fall to where all is lost

Faith and destiny false

only surreal coincidences stand true

Distant thoughts drift off

into the acid aether

Moral compasses spinning wildly

principles cut to pieces

Here nothing is certain

but that all tries will fail

Yet here I reside, thrive

the chaos is my white noise

It's not my way of life

it has chosen me

Embracing all, my only choice

for my mind, is not my own