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 | Just a step cried the sad man Take a look down at the madman
 Theatre kings on silver wings
 Fly beyond reason
 From the flight of the seagull
 Come the spread claws of the eagle
 Only fear breaks the silence
 As we all kneel pray for guidance
 
 Tread the road cross the abyss
 Take a look down at the madness
 On the streets of the city
 Only spectres still have pity
 Patient queues for the gallows
 Sing the praises of the hallowed
 Our machines feed the furnace
 If they take us they will burn us
 
 Will you still know who you are
 When you come to who you are
 
 When the flames have their season
 Will you hold to your reason
 Loaded down with your talents
 Oh, can you still keep your balance
 Can you live on a knife-edge
 
 
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