Mouthful of Flies

March of the Clones

Mouthful of Flies


I awaken but I know not why 
Yeah something seethes in me 
A burning anger coarsing through my mind 
This burden tires me 
I join the others they've awakened too 
An instinct in our minds 
Yeah we are legion like so many of you 
We will become the night 

This is the march of the clones
This is, this is, this is the march of the clones 

I look up into the blood red sky 
and then it dawns on me 
if i am someone well then who am i 
is there a way for me 
is someone living from behind my eyes 
am i just puppetry 
inside the circle as it starts to rise 
what is the meaning here 

dark skies surround us as the wheels begin to turn 
we rule the seven realms of hell as the flesh begins to burn 

marching - through a lake of fire 
waiting - for the moment we kill 
throwing - caution to the wind and hating those that mean us ill 

we are - atomic children 
we are - the bringers of light 
we are - the devils angels 
we put the hate into the night.