From the Edge - Seasons After

Sometimes I feel like I’m the victim and the criminal of the same crime

Creator and killer

Of the same life

I am the peasant and king

In my own realm

The quarter in the water

Of the wishing well

I am the trash in the drain

The sun and the rain

The skin and the scars

The broken and the strained

Try, but I fall through the cracks of the emptiness

Hanging from the edge again

With all these demons in my head

Dig into me, dig into me

Slowly, I’ll wait

I’m on fire

Dig into me, dig into me

Slowly, I’ll wait

I’m on fire

And I’m ready to ignite

It starts with a spark and ignites to a flame

When it feels like a sickness, but it’ll go away

When it all freaks me out and gets inside

Tries to make sense of the damage I hide

Necessity, the mother of all my redemption

And these dreams don’t lie to me

Try, but I fall through the cracks of the emptiness

Hanging from the edge again

With all these demons in my head

Dig into me, dig into me

Slowly, I’ll wait

I’m on fire

Dig into me, dig into me

Slowly, I’ll wait

I’m on fire

And I’m ready to ignite

Burn me alive

On fire

Dig into me

Whoa, dig into me

I’ll wait

Dig into me, dig into me

Dig into me, dig into me

Dig into me, dig into me

Dig into me, dig into me

Slowly, I’ll wait

I’m on fire

Dig into me, dig into me

Slowly, I’ll wait

I’m on fire

And I’m ready to ignite

I’m ready to ignite

And it’s burning me alive

Consuming you with fire

And I’m ready to ignite