[ Featuring Vine ]
The March
Is slow and long
Designed to break the weak
And wear down the strong
The March
Goes against the grain
Hear weary voices
Singing out in pain
The March
It comes in waves
I used to fight now i
Ain't got nothin left to save
Oh Lord
If it is a Lord I seek
How could you let your children
Live in misery
The March
Oh no I don't believe
The march
When I know i'll never leave
The March
Come on and follow me
I'll live and die with these sins before falling to my knees
The March
Is for the cursed man
One whose palm is burnt from
Shaking on the devil's hand
The March
Come get behind me son
Tonight we dine on fire and brimstone
I once caught a glimpse of paradise
Resplendent and cool as a block of ice
On a bed of roses
But now my home is this and
All I know is
Vice
The march
The march
