Border of the Real World - Lyrics - Machine Men

Living in a shadow where the time has stopped Not in this world which is built on a clock It takes him under control throwing him too fast for tomorrow Sitting in a room sucking poison into his head - on the way into the tomb from his own bed Satan has not left him but the job is done and Death is smiling 'cos he is roaming at the border of the real world Where the angels have fallen And he is losing the game of death surrendering - Welcoming the day of his fate No shelter by the grave - no return for the slave Yesterday is gone - only lifeless around Blood on his hand is the ticket deep down The prisoner of his own mind -lost in the other side of daylight 'cos he is roaming at the border of the real world Where the angels have fallen And he is losing the game of death surrendering - Welcoming the day of his fate No shelter by the grave - no return for the slave