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• Artiste: Arch/Matheos
• Titre: On The Fence
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I am over my head, the river that sustains became a waterfall. Don't let go, I'm in too deep and I can't breathe. Under, pulling me down, the long arm of the critic pathological, and I digress, I know I'm not the only one. I know I'm not the only one on the fence again. Means have met their end, the winds of change around the bend, and I'm on the fence, my friend. I stand close to the edge, the crystal fault gleaming with perfection, and I wonder why the glass beneath my feet gives away. I am bringing to life a puppet of pretension and denial, and so haunting is the painted affect of his smile. Painted affect of his smile, on the fence again. Means have met their ends, the winds of change around the bend, I'm on the fence, my friend. On the fence again, the ghost that I befriend is with me till the bitter end. I'm on the fence, my friend. I'm wandering through my field of dreams, darkened clouds surround me. Reckless, I abandoned you, throwing caution to the wind. Diary of dead memories resonates inside me. Dissonance from afar, so blessed, so cursed we are. Pages of my life torn away and thrown to the sky, me and my shadow, why, it's never easy to say goodbye. Crawling before we believed we could stand, fall after fall we would trust once again. Shattered and broken love, the illusion takes us by the hand. When it abandons you, you will understand. When you held the rose in your hand and you failed to understand you held too tight, the thorns they made you bleed. You laid love down to die, wilt away before your eyes. Flaws are of your own, not of the rose, you fool. I am over my head, the river that sustains became a waterfall. Don't let go, I'm in too deep and I can't breathe. Under, pulling me down, the long arm of the critic pathological, and I digress, I know I'm not the only one.