And we stand on the edge of humanity, prepared to taste our deeds.
My eyes see down the cliff, and I hear the vile and cries.
In bizarre I see our existence drowing, deep in the mud of lust and greed.
Damp winds bearing tears of innocency; I feel my soul smothering. Listening to the screams of agony,
I can taste rotten.
But to my curiosity I seek for the answers,
Plea for some words in the name of some truth.
Who shall we blame when we fall off the cliff?