The March

midnight, we kill.
we slaughter the tongue of revolution.
to our graves, we are marked by the stain of lust.
how many times can i trust in you, my beloved friend?
because every time i trust, i lose.
so i believe in nothing, nothing.
because of you, i still believe in nothing.
because of you, i still believe in nothing.
i'll always know my place in this world.
no longer fit in your fucking world anymore.
your lust ruins everything.
like a growing target on my back, i feel the knives are chasing.
see my eyes are no longer blind.
see my eyes are no longer blind.
there is a purpose in life today.
destroying you every step of the way.
from this point on - no more friends.
i know my role in this world.
don't fit in your fucking world.
this once meant everything to me.
now another forgotten effigy.
because only scars remain.
broken bones form a hope that's been left grey.
i die every time i hear your fucking name.
been left grey.
been left grey.
and there is a purpose in life today.
rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.
fight back.
there is a purpose in life today.
rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.
i can still feel your thoughts ripping me apart, tearing me apart.
ripping you apart. tearing us apart.