(Nov-Mar 2006-2007)

Well his words, when they trip they slip,
And his thoughts, they are fraught, with despair.
When his eye, casts down by the floor,
With reserve he feels nervous when they stare.
It's not fair

We're on a Knife's Edge,
And you say,
That all the things we've said,
Twist and Shift,
We're on a knife's Edge,
And you say,
That all those things we've said,
Twist and Shift inside our heads.

Well he walks with the pain of shame,
He recalls every fall, every stain.
And in the time, that he finds alone,
He retreats from his sleep in self blame.
He can't Change

We're on a Knife's Edge,
And you say,
That all the things we've said,
Twist and Shift,
We're on a knife's Edge,
And you say,
That all those things we've said,
Twist and Shift inside our heads.

The mistakes that we make they will shake,
The ground on
Which we stand, slide likes sand,
And all we
See is framed by the names,
That we change when we change when we change.

We're on a Knife's Edge,
And you say,
That all the things we've said,
Twist and Shift,
We're on a knife's Edge,
And you say,
That all those things we've said,
Twist and Shift and Twist and Shift
Twist and Shift and Twist and Shift
Twist and Shift and Twist and Shift
Twist and Shift inside out heads