We're standing on the edge,
On the edge of time,
On the edge of time,
And it is dark,
It is dark,
It is dark,
It is dark, so dark on the edge of time
And we're tired of making love.
We are the lost,
We are the ravaged,
We are the unkind,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love.
Where are our children?
Where are our fathers?
Where is desire?
It is cold, so cold on the edge of time.
Where is our joy?
Where is our hope?
Where is our fire?
It is cold, so cold on the edge of time.
We are the the lost,
We are the forgotten,
We are the undying,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.
The veterans of a thousand psychic wars,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.
The victims of the savage truth,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.
And we're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired of making love.
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