The Edge Of Me - The God Below (Album: Azag-Thoth)

Описание: Song: The Edge Of Me
Album: Azag-Thoth
Artist: The God Below
Year: 2025
Cover Image: Roman Denisenko
Lyrics:
The Edge of Me

Where does the forest end and I begin?
What border separates my flesh from wind?
The tyger prowls the boundary of my skin—
What fearful symmetry divides within from in?

I am the shoreline where the ocean meets the land,
Eternal war between the water and the sand.
What immortal hand drew lines around my soul?
What dread geometry makes fragments into whole?

The edge of me! The edge of me!
The fortress wall, the bleeding seam,
The place where I stop being we,
The knife that cuts identity!

In crowds I feel my borders blur and fade,
Their words like acid on the barricades I've made.
Each voice a chisel chipping at my stone—
How much can I surrender and still call this kingdom my own?

The lamb would dissolve into the flock, erase the line,
The tyger marks its territory: "This is mine!"
Which prophet speaks the truth of self-preservation's creed?
To merge is death—to separate is exile and need!

Experience has taught me walls, has built my citadel high,
Innocence knew no borders once, knew no "them" and "I."
But the world demands definition, demands I take a shape,
Or else be formless, scattered, nothing—impossible to escape!

The edge of me! The edge of me!
Where I defend my right to be,
Against the void, against the sea,
Against becoming nobody!

They say "be yourself"—but which self shall I choose?
The self that shifts with every mirror, every muse?
I am not atom-solid, fixed in space and time—
I am the context and the text, the reason and the rhyme!

What dread responsibility to guard this boundary line,
To patrol the perimeter of what is truly mine!
Every interaction threatens invasion or retreat—
Too rigid and I shatter, too fluid and I delete!

O Rose of selfhood! Thou art sick with compromise!
The invisible worm of influence flies through relationship's disguise.
In what furnace can I forge an edge both sharp and true?
That cuts me free from nothing while connecting me to you?

The edge of me is where I bleed, where I negotiate my place,
Where survival meets surrender in the human race.
Not wall nor door but living membrane, porous yet defined—
The sacred boundary that declares: this consciousness is mine!

I am the edge! I am the shore!
I am the contract signed in flesh!
I am the line worth dying for—
The difference between being and being less!

In the beginning was the separation—light divorced from dark,
And every living creature since has borne that primal mark.
To be is to be bounded, to exist is to exclude—
The edge of me is evidence I have not been consumed!

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