Songtexte:
Brink Of Something Beautiful Doctrine Of Ethos

We've got a long way before we work this out. So hold your breath. You cut us short and now we'll never know what it should have been. I hope this pleases

And so here I stand, face to face with you once more. But you just stare, cold-faced and blank as I try, like some strange osmosis to get my mind into

. People love to watch you fall. Stand and receive what's been made for you. When this love affair with power grows stale, like a disenchanted lover. London calling Paris, something

is much more than I bargained for. And I guess it serves right. I guess all that's beautiful must die. And it's in death I hope you find something within

Looking out, troubled by what I see. Nothing can describe my sheer disapproval. Rising tall like great men do. It's a deed lost with no epic fall. It

You make me sick. Whoever thought to let you in my life. All you gave, I give back in a blaze, in a glory, or lack thereof. It's laid to waste. I've

Falling to the power of lies. I could see, I could tell, I could feel my demise. So much closer to me now more than ever. It's when writing these songs