Death March of Your Soul

You are content to silence yourself
You're afraid of suffering
Like the aristocrats now
Just pride and greed

Oh world of the dead
You are deceased
Yet your mouth keeps consuming
Like it did before

What is living in your skin?
What is living beneath your skin?
Demons are writhing through this thing that we call life
But who are they?
Who are they?

Who are the real demons in this life?
The police, the businessmen?
Are they really all that bad?
Oh yeah, they are

Question not why
Question not why
Forget all, consume your life away

Question not this death march of your soul
Question not this death march of your soul
Question not this death march of your soul
Question not this death march of your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Echo Cain
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