Text: Briggs (The). Come All You Madmen. Oblivion.

Crept up to the edge of exhaustion
a platoon of memories rush in.
Does salvation come to everyone
when you separate the body from the mind?
Temptation can drive a man insane
only with himself to blame.

[Chorus:]
And I?m standing on the edge of oblivion,
standing on the edge of oblivion.
And I?ll put my best foot forward,
put my best foot forward.

It?s impossible to pretend all is well
when life is organized by fear.
Wrapped up in a neatly packaged hell
and the reason still remains unclear.
I?ve mastered the art of complications
?til every possibility?s been named.

And I?m standing on the edge of oblivion,
Standing on the edge of oblivion.
Standing on the edge of oblivion.
And I?ll put my best foot forward,
put my best foot forward.

With a wealth of disappointment stacking high
on a foundation built on who?s to blame.
It?s leveled when you find the victims
and the perpetrators are one in the same.

Standing on the edge of oblivion.
Standing on the edge of oblivion.
Standing on the edge of oblivion.
And I?ll put my best foot forward,
put my best foot forward