Unhuman Insurrection - The Edge of Nothing

Hunted by the feeling of apocalypse, the judgement day
That is senseless, more than a contradiction cause we had never faith
Odd is that we're ready to die for justifying our lives
It's sad we live by wasting, waiting for death's relief

The hopes and purpose, we can't find anywhere
The hopes and purpose, now has gone

We fear the judge that will condemn us
We feel this time there will be no escape

What we do is limping on a thin line
On the edge of nothing
Like entertainers in an empty circus
Cause the fiction is all we have

Our day is full of routine and void deeds,
though we're proud of that
We teach our ways, the ego must be fed
or should we stick to failure?
Truth is that we're impulses of an illogical creation
We will never really learn, we shall never really rise

What we do is limping on a thin line
On the edge of nothing
Like entertainers in an empty circus
Cause the fiction is all we have

We fear the judge that will condemn us
We feel this time there will be no escape