Lyrics:
won’t be stopped by no one
To the top of the mountain we go
Reach for the star
Shoot for the moon
You’ll get far
Can't give in too soon
March to the beat
Murder the franchise
Crawl into their lives
Burn out creativity
Keeps us all in symmetry
Step by step by step
March on forward
Breath by breath by
to reason for survival sublime
Consumed by anguish we march through the grey
Full loss of power in this corporate grave
In global order, system declines
defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin' cases
defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin' cases
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
Forewarned why'all
Is it any wonder
What kind of ground you goin' under
A September ender
To march madness remember?
You never heard a murder
Take for
Forewarned y'all
Is it any wonder
What kind of ground you goin' under
A September ender
To march madness remember?
You never heard a murder
Take for
order
March forward to the sound of the end
Burning bridges, to distance the heretics
Is this a lie or a test of faith?
Chained to a debt that we do not
your one
Only comfort to your ears
Senuna heart of sin
Bred by your nest of kin
March through melting walls and pyres burning
Puzzled illusions
Senuna
Step by step, foot by foot
Weary eyes trained on the sulfurous hilt
Sunlight gleaming in a pallid yellow
A star-spawned blade and a lecherous bellow
have strength enough to fight
Let go of the weight that's on your shoulders
Don't mean it's over
This heart was meant to march to its own beat
And when
Woulda Coulda Shoulda
Music by S. Christensen/G. Madden. Lyrics by G. Madden
You said that’s what you would’ve done
Kinda late to be talkin’ bout
Sell your soul
For a ticket to the promised land
Lost control
Backstabbed by the feeding hand
Called by your unholy saints
Line up! The gallows
The journey
Is all mine
March on
Forgotten pawn
Forsake
The crown you don
Father Time bestows his gift unto us
Blessing or cursed affliction plaguing our kind
march wid
Bay man a wah do some hater
Deh yah an a kickback glock
Inna mi lap wid a spliff wrapYea...
Fada god man neva left the deadly
Yow dem wah see
Right foot left
One foot two
I aint your fuckin' soldier
I've been playing by the rules
Left, foot march
Hut 1 2 chant
Pulled up my own bootstraps
the warm sun to shine down
And by the first of March they’re ready to poke around
Yellow-headed beauties bursting out
Bursting out
If your gut is busted
calling knell
March for doom, marching to the blackest dawn
Constrained, restrained made to live on
Bound by its master's stake, freed from its cage
Back
starve
Give them opiates sexualize their kids
Let the rich fuck their whores
While the soldiers march to war
Have the lines been blurred
When masses die
War
Castles for the wicked are
Built by our idle hands
Atrocities condoned
By dewey-eyed lambs
Demon force feasts
On our ignorance
Remains
Unseen
Led by liars, you march towards the End
Blinded by smiles of snakes posing as friends
Their venom seeps into your ears
And our tiny island feels so
You know it doesn't seem right, that my free time should fly by but, the daunting tasks of the work day drag on. I'm getting sick of busting my ass,
torturesome devices
Bring your life to a sudden halt
Mutilation, Termination
March yourself to certain death
Into the pits of hell you go
Agony beyond imagining
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