Dead

As we march on leaving trails of hope behind with our hands strech up to the sky I can hear you're lying to me I can see your fingers crossed as the cold crush my bones DEAD! In our time of weakness we suffer for what matters with our eyes blinded by the blade I can hear you're lying to me I can see your fingers crossed as the cold crush my bones refuse to fall in line refuse to be the victim I know there's more for me than the pain you put me through DEAD! Grief of self and all inside infected walls shades of grey the perfect black I can hear you're lying to me I can see your fingers crossed as the cold crush my bones I can hear you're lying to me I can see your fingers crossed as the cold crush my bones DEAD!