COUGHING. COFFIN. CAUTION. OFTEN.

Let me tell bout this thing called life
You got to keep your balance right

We are dancing thru the panic
At the edge of a knife

Day and night
Its ready to slice
just another cut
But the dark has come to light

We can now see
Whats always there
A world that is unfair
With death lingering in the air
No time to stop and stare
Take each breath calm with care

Find someplace safe
I dont know where
But be aware
What is so steady and and feels heavy
Blows away like a hair
Stay in your lair

Fill the air with prayer

While on your knees
Remember peace
Has always been rare

Let me tell bout this thing called life
You got to keep your balance right
We are dancing thru the panic
At the edge of a knife


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