Dead men walk this way with heads held high
Mind numbingly dreadful parasite
Well if I were them, I would do the same
Our given roles
Who are we to blame?
This our march by step until we die
Some hope to walk the white while others sigh
From father to son, know god walks with thee
k** the enemy
Your heart is beating
The blood is boiling
I can hear your breathing and your eyes bloodshot
You’re looking sickly
Staring grey faced
At k**ing skies and iron drops
I push but then you pull away
I thought that you’d might want to stay
So happy I dreamt both of us
I could die but we’ve much to discuss
Dead men walk this way with heads held high
Mind numbingly dreadful parasite
Well if I were them, I would do the same
Our given roles
Who are we to blame?
Your heart is beating
The blood is boiling
I can hear your breathing and your eyes bloodshot
You’re looking sickly
Staring grey faced
At k**ing skies and iron drops
I push but then you pull away
I thought that you’d might want to stay
So happy I dreamt both of us
I could die but we’ve much to discuss