We walk on an edge...
The edge of what, I do not know.
the edge of time?
The edge of infinity?

the Edge City skyline...

out here at the edge of existence,
All we know is lost.
Black existence...infinite nothing.

Creation in it's purest form, infantile...
The secular abyss.

We are a trip.
Ask us and you'll know.
See into our eyes.
Become enlightened.
Don't be frightened.

Draw outside the lines, color the whole damn universe.

Drop me off between darkville and lightville.
Creation:Destruction
Quantum theory:Definition

the air seems foggy today, or perhaps it is just our eyyeeessss (echoes from the fistfucked Watergate bugs)...

We're going nowhere...
Fortune is fake...
We're going nowhere...
Fortune is fake...

frank