I'm standing at the edge of a precipice
J'ecoute l'appel du vide
Far be it from my mind a subconscious death wish
It's just gravity
Into the mist, a fog sun kissed, wistfully aerodynamic
Irrevocably entropic, inopportune time for panic
I just hear a certain calling
The finality in falling
Obliges pure resolve
Cause what else can you do
The ground's approaching and you've only got a few
Seconds to make peace within you
I'm standing at the edge of a precipice
J'ecoute l'appel du vide
Far be it from my mind a subconscious death wish
It's just gravity
If I expressed a sentiment of distress
It's not my intent
Neither a victim of chemical imbalance
Or self inflictive malice
I just hear a certain calling
The finality in falling
Obliges pure resolve
Cause what else can you do
The ground's approaching and you've only got a few
Seconds to make peace within you
I'm standing at the edge of a precipice
J'ecoute l'appel du vide
Far be it from my mind a subconscious death wish
It's just gravity
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