Damian:
Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
From the flight of the seagull

Damian & [bad word] the spread claws of the eagle

Damian:
Only fear breaks the silence
As we all kneel pray for guidance

Damian:
Tread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
On the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallows

Damian & Dan: Sing the praises of the hallowed

Damian:
Our machines feed the furnace
If they take us they will burn us

Floor:
Will you still know who you are
When [bad word] to who you are [bad word] 
When the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge