Sinners March
Tell me is there a place to hide
From all the voices inside my mind
Tell me is there a way to die
Peacefully, without the pain inside
Chasing shadows in a state of catatonic dream
Pretending to perceive these thoughts mean nothing to me
I feel I'll never be free of all the hate inside
Keeps coming back to me and there's no place to hide
No one is coming, my pulse is beating faster but I think I'm OK
This is the warning - stand down or run away
As the sinners march through this wicked land
Empty minds started growing the idea of death
Our existence is a failure from beginning till the end
We are all the same, we bleed the same
Paralyzed, step away from the light but keep your eyes wide open
In the dark, we all hide to live with our minds half-broken
Where are the signals that you promised?
False prophets are hiding in the everglades
Is this the drowning of my fire?
How long 'till I evaporate?
As the sinners march through this wicked land
Empty minds started growing the idea of death
Our existence is a failure from beginning till the end
We are all the same, we bleed the same
From all the voices inside my mind
Tell me is there a way to die
Peacefully, without the pain inside
Chasing shadows in a state of catatonic dream
Pretending to perceive these thoughts mean nothing to me
I feel I'll never be free of all the hate inside
Keeps coming back to me and there's no place to hide
No one is coming, my pulse is beating faster but I think I'm OK
This is the warning - stand down or run away
As the sinners march through this wicked land
Empty minds started growing the idea of death
Our existence is a failure from beginning till the end
We are all the same, we bleed the same
Paralyzed, step away from the light but keep your eyes wide open
In the dark, we all hide to live with our minds half-broken
Where are the signals that you promised?
False prophets are hiding in the everglades
Is this the drowning of my fire?
How long 'till I evaporate?
As the sinners march through this wicked land
Empty minds started growing the idea of death
Our existence is a failure from beginning till the end
We are all the same, we bleed the same
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Writer(s): Ivan Jovicic
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