The March Of The Dead

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