Text: Brink Of Something Beautiful. Doctrine Of Ethos. The Allied Invasion Of Sicily.

The people line up to see for themselves, a flower unleashed at the peak of itself. But little do they all know all bets are off. You should've seen their faces with wonder then horror. It's beauty marked up in black. Clearing out what is left of it. Its death a cause for mystery. It was that there was just no time, no time at all. My arms are tied behind my back. So surreal, so surreal. And to think how things could change so quick. I would give anything just to see, just to be, just to know what it is now. So let's take the shock and move on. Sabotage is possible. And it's possible in this world we live. *Please don't leave*. They tore you apart, but I could not put back the pieces. You sold yourself so short, but the price that I pay is much more than I bargained for. And I guess it serves right. I guess all that's beautiful must die. And it's in death I hope you find something within yourself. And it's the perfume that carries on, when all is said and done. And it's a beauty marked by a sudden death, and you taught us how to live, you taught us how to live, taught us how to live...

(Thanks to Timothy for these lyrics)