[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery] Here I'm standing on the edge And the lack of pressure Grant's me apathy,makes me feel composure... And it shows me what is real I see it all and know- There's no excuse I feel it all and know- There's no excuse I curse those sad convenient lies Till folly kills me And if it shouldn't rise Then I shall never be There is no blood that's left to bleed Can't bleed no longer No blood this fucking heart to feed... This feeble heart I see it all and know- There's no excuse I feel it all and know- There's no excuse I have failed