Knife-Edge (Live At Olympic Stadium in Montreal 1977) - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Just a step cried the sad man

Take a look down at the madman

Theatre kings on silver wings

Fly beyond reason

From the flight of the seagull

Come the spread claws of the eagle

Only fear breaks the silence

As we all kneel pray for guidance

Tread the road cross the abyss

Take a look down at the madness

On the streets of the city

Only spectres still have pity

Patient queues for the gallows

Sing the praises of the hallowed

Our machines feed the furnace

If they take us they will burn us

Will you still know who you are

When you come to who you are

When the flames have their season

Will you hold to your reason

Loaded down with your talents

Can you still keep your balance

Can you live on a knife-edge