March of the Living
You feel like you just wanna hit something
Your fist clinch
You dig in hard and prepare for more
And you’re torn up like a rag beat up and bruised.
Like this is war and you have been shot
Every step a pain
Each breath a chore
Yet you march on through thick and thin into the darkness
And when the end hits you it hits hard
Like a punch to the gut breathless
Unconsciously awake
Shake me down
And burn my feet to the ground
Cause I will never let you down.
Songs march on
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