<< LYRICS >>

Intro:
“There is a cliff whose high and bending head looks fearfully in the confine deep. Bring me but to the very brim of it! From that place I shall no leading need…” (King Lear, Act IV Scene 1).

Frantic (verse 1):
It’s a nervous excitement, couldn't fight it
heart in my throat as I stood and confided
in the nearby trees and it seemed
that my voice reached them, cutting through the gulls’ screams

A response came then in a questioning lilt
“You’re really going to share all this ink that you've spilt?”
the anger, the fear, the doubt and the guilt
brandish this blade with its half-made hilt

with eyes sealed tight and hair windswept
a smile on my lips and a heart that leapt
this nurtured flame so carefully kept
could never be less: foot to edge and I leapt!

both feet first, heart fit to burst
this is Loki’s turf, screaming “please choke, terfs!”
flirt with disaster, new skills to master
skirt round the pastors, crooks in the pasture

laughter in the pain, joy in the rain
if I say that enough it could be my refrain
there's no shame in chasing what you want to be
always wanted to be an artist with a pen and a beat

pardon me, what you're hearing here is a part of me
and honestly? the pressure i put on myself can make it hard to breathe, might just leave.
might just cease, might make peace
might forget about the man that i seek to be
might forget the plan, the hopes, the scheme
can't regret or fail if you choke your dreams...

ha! nope! did'ja buy it?
with failure i am non-compliant
rising roaring wings spread soaring
never boring, soul contorted

lyrics hoarded, self important
thought so foreign, once so sordid
twice distorted, thrice reported
to have something to say? Well, fuck, let's record it

Kid Solomon (verse 1):
No man has leapt off the edge and survived
No guarantee you'll come out of this alive
But what lost light lurks in the beyond
The night is always darkest before the dawn

Black hole in the side of the hill
Darker than the deeds that who stalk you still
Sign above the door strikes you with a sudden fear
“Beware, all ye who enter here!”

Find your way to the unknown island
planets die and stars are shining.
Point of no return, im blinded
Pulled into the event horizon

No time to stay home while we reminisce
Enter the void, strike forth for the conduit
Steal fire from the gods like Prometheus
Teeter on the edge, higher than a pegasus

And to say the fall is deadly would be generous
No extra life, this ain't no Sega genesis
Prepare to lose it all if you step to this
One step between the poet and the precipice

One step between the poet and the precipice
(One Step 3x)
One step between the poet and the precipice

Kid Solomon (bridge):
Approach the edge,
No telling what's ahead
I try to get some sleep when I am dead

Approach the future,
Take a risk
Abandon all your understanding
Find your bliss

Approach the precipice
I can't resist it
Though pitch is vicious,
I embrace the distance

Approach the edge
And feel your tension tighten.
Surrender fully
to the fear that you are fighting

Kid Solomon (verse 2):
“Eat the rich“ is now the slogan
All the things the wealthy are withholding
I'm emboldened to take a leap of faith
and let the fire blaze.

Accepting I am always slowly dying
Until the day I find my true alignment
Kill your masters and your darlings, spill your insides.

Aching arms arriving at the summit
Stepping off the edge with churning stomach
Wind caress my body gently as I plummet

It's a long way down and I am falling
Telling truth has now Become a calling
All our knowledge worth the trade,
Now watch the surface fade.

Frantic (verse 2):
The surface fades, eyes that glaze
Set like Sol in a dusky haze
A winking eye, a blink in my,
Gaze burns bright, horizons sight

Feet that entreat, a toe-tapped spire
I’m the least of Eden and my soul sings choirs
Pleade, entreat to the great denier
Stack me up with driftwood for the pyre

Harp on bygones, more of a lyre
A tired heart and a co-conspirer
Oh so dire, shoes to the edge
Oh there he goes so elusive again

Elucidate this elusive place
Gather with the ghoulish, loose mask displace
Rotten reticent, retreat, replace
Emboldened gaze, broke through the haze

Outro:
“Oh bless you. Now, fellow, fare thee well!
“Good sir!”
“Ahhh..!”
“Alive or dead?”
(King Lear, Act IV Scene VI).