quiet ballad of ed

in shadow there lies hope

cut tension with a knife

i find it hard to cope

stop playing with my life

you analyze my fears

analyze my dreams

choke on burning tears

through my silent screams

things aren't what they seem

tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me

tell this army of angels to make me breathe

open doors just to take away the key

i'll let you all see that i'm doing better

watch me fall

as i stumble at your feet

always losing in this game

your lies cut me deep

and you don't even know my name

with your consistency

to always watch me crawl

and my durability

not affected at all

still things aren't what they seem

tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me

tell this army of angels to make me breathe

open doors just to take away the key

i'll let you all see that i'm doing better

feel the pain

on my brain

feel the strain

as i start to decay

feel the strain

every passing day

feel the pain

as i start to decay

tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me

tell this army of angels to make me breathe

open doors just to take away the key

i'll let you all see that i'm doing better