The March

The Fear has got to go
I've worked too hard to know
It all comes crashing down
Its far from over now

Do you know you're
Just a lab whore
Do you crave it
Biting your lip

So now I march for miles
My brain says stop a while
Then all my thoughts collide
And show me how I'll die

Do you know you're
Just a lab whore
Do you crave it
Biting your lip



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Thiessen
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