We're standing on the edge.
We're standing on the edge of time.
Great roar of history behind us.
Bristling of missles, white trails in air.
Shimmering of atmosphere, thunders of red.
We're standing on the edge of time.
Tight white lazer beams leap.
Songs of Tyrannasaurus Rex echo in our blood.
There are no mistakes. Only tight fists.
We're standing on the edge.
Great gulfs of chaos before us.
Grasping the fabric of doom we rip.
Fangs of glory dripping on the red dust of Mars.
On the edge of time.
Winds flap cloaks of arrogance.
Ravens of hate gather with piercing cries.
Mushroom clouds punctuate glassy plains.
On the Edge.
