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!