Pressing onward the struggle is within. No one can see the truth, nobody wins. No one knows of the things that you may find. Into the fringe we go, one for mankind.
Falling faster beyond all space and time, into these dreams we share, none can define. Finding all that we are and could have been, waits in the darkest place, under the skin.
And I can't tell you the things that I have seen falling in then out of the things that I believe...
I won't stress that the years will be unkind. Into the fringe she cried, into the mind.
Then I can't tell you the things you should believe in and I won't tolerate people who defy them and I know things will be better in the end because I will strive for the cause that I've confided in.