Tell me that the world is round, I’ll bury your proof underground,
It’s no longer found, and what proof is stronger than the pull
Of “how much longer?”
The how-much-longer painted on my wrist,
The how-much-longer tainting all my plans
As in the sand, that the waves wash away
It’s easier to stay, but my choices are weighted in my head
The edge of world, that can’t possibly be round, when my feet are dangling over

Here, at the edge of the world, I’ve found peace by dangling my feet over the abyss
A kiss like no other,
I live doubly by testing the taste of death,
It lingers under my breath
Every time someone pulls me away from the edge, I spring back,
I have a knack for suffering and my anchor I’ve cast,
To the abyss and back,
Keeps my head in the clouds

Here, at the edge of the world, I am content
With intense feelings I am calmer than ever
Don’t try and sever my tie
I might die without that touch of madness
That sadness that makes me sing sweeter than I ever have before
Here, at the edge of the world.