I'm on the edge
The Klaxon of my generation
I'm on the edge
The Klaxon of my generation
A Doorway Conversation's
Adjacent to foreplays making
Aching to be set free to a finer destination
Briefly tangle our troubles
Nodding our heads but failing to observe
Apathy, in a storm's disperse
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
Somebody hit the klaxon
Well one night's scene froze
When a serene statue of diamond stone
Pushed life when the curtain closed
And we'll embark upon our family's throne
I get lost to find myself
When I find myself I wanna be free
A sacrificial change
The paint feels better when the page is stained
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
Somebody hit the klaxon
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection