The March Of The Dead歌词
Story Of The Year - March Of The Dead
You tell yourself that your not the same
As you stand in line
Your time will all be wasted
Scum of the earth
Blind lead the dead
Blood thirsty selfish cold to reject
The colorful and brightest skies
So take these words for what they are
That's what you said what you said
So take these words for what they are
That's what you said what you said
Yeah
Deny the chance to think for yourself
You inherit lives
Your time has all been wasted
Follow tradition to quench your thirst
And swallow profits from excess dirt
So shut you queer and face the skies
So take these words for what they are
Thats what you said what you said
So take these words for what they are
Thats what you said what you said
Yeah
Your already dead
Your already dead
Your already dead
Your already dead
So