Screaming Edge

Screaming Edge

Stripped to my exposed soul all have flown

When I stand on stage alone

I must fight the illusion that up is down

I must concentrate on the middle or it’ll be destruction zone

Keep the blinding spot lights in my eyes

I can’t know that there are people in dancing aisles

This constant fight to be in suspended animation

This fear dependence on my imagination

I hear the guitar strings one by one

I have to keep my mind one step behind

Thinking is the enemy of sound

I have to dance in my urgent mind

The metronome in my ears is the drummer beat

My savior that prevents my retreat

My non-stop running prayer that I be one with this

Then the finale and exhaustion in the dark is a kiss