I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet
I watched a statue of you cry
A candle is blown, so we start the black march home
Through a stale and silent night
There's a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your side
Staggering sermons never wash
There's no reproach, from the lit touch paper, both
Got stubborn marrow in bastard bones
Should we just get home, sleep this off?
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well...
Folded arms clutch homocide
The bridge is out and the river is high
This is a march death march, march death march
Yeah, there isn't a God, so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this march death march, march death march
Yeah I went too far
And as we walk through an hour long pregnant pause
No grain of truce can be born
My bridge is burned, perhaps we'll shortly learn
That it was arson all along
Can we just get home, sleep this off?
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again?
Well like Bulver said, less heart and more head
So un-furrow that brow, un-plant those seeds of doubt, oh
Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river is high
This is a march death march, march death march
Ahh, there isn't a God, so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this march death march, march death march
The dead balloons and withered flowers
Sorry cannot save me now
In this march death march, march death march
Think I went too far
March death march, march death march
I went too far
March death march, march death march
Well, I went too far, I went too far
I went too far, I went too far
I went too far, I went too far
March death march
I went too far
