We walk the razors edge of freedom or success
And toil the dangerous climb up the mountain from the underside.

Try, we must
Know that we try, worse
Conscious and self righteous
Conscientous.

The razors edge of freedom or success
Cuts gouges and claims its pound of flesh.

Not for the faint hearted who fear the deathly thought
The bloody weapon which we balance
World against spirit
Divine against desire.