Text: Brink Of Something Beautiful. Doctrine Of Ethos. In Silence, She Fell.

And so here I stand, face to face with you once more. But you just stare, cold-faced and blank as I try, like some strange osmosis to get my mind into yours. It's funny how things work. I find it so funny sometimes, and I wonder, will I ever come down from this? Has it really come down to this? Your silent rhetoric shadows the blame. Will I ever come down from this? Silence only speaks your name. Look into my eyes and promise to breathe, tonight our lungs fill with water. And remember me for who I am today, tomorrow I can't feel the same. If you think that I have forgotten why I breathe. If you think that I have forgotten, bleed. *Please don't leave*. Remember. I know it takes five to make twenty. That's how long I spent searching, failing, looking for my own self. The sorrow and the sadness, they can't break me. Here I stand patiently, stronger. You just stood there. Punch your fist through the wall. Punch your fist, yea this ain't working. You promised to breathe, but I'm still waiting. So here I stand face to face with you once more, but you just stare cold-faced and blank as I try...

(Thanks to Timothy for these lyrics)