Lo Key - Marching In The Dark lyrics
[Lo Key - Marching In The Dark lyrics]
Own the dark army, engaged in oblivious
We are the braindead, strange and the hideous
We are the product of how you raised us
March from the dark basement
With mouths stitched shut
(Kill) is the only word running
Through our brain stem
Find our imprisoners so we can enslave them
Stray thoughts of a sick generation
Sleights lost in the filth of the play pan
Crazed often, brains remain haunted
Echoing screams
Recurring dreams that we fall in
Another cold night that we die
In our own heads gnashing our fucking teeth
Then the sweats open
Now I return from the ghastly limbo
Guest to the swamps of the
Past where my sins go
Cackling black silhouettes in the distance
Laughing at the fact that
We beg for forgiveness
Army of heartless, sightless, brainless
March to the war drums, mindless, aimless
No speech in the land of the silent
Broken teeth to the man that defies it
The lakes filled with blood
Our brains filled with mud
We all stop to the beat of the war drum
Knife to the temple, slicing it tenfold
Life isn’t meant to be heisted and then sold
Psycho triad in the darkness in red clothes
Nightly, ‘cause there’s no lights
In the dead zone
Dead tree trunks riddling the landscape
Poisoned and poisoned until we
Can't stand straight
In the shadows, creeping and lurking
We fall into place with our feet to the earth
And a mask and a cloak is
All that they've given us
Slashing the throats of the
Ones who imprisoned us
The sun went black behind our backs
I’ve been hiding from you
The sun went black behind our backs
Now I’m left marching in the dark
Now, were we always broken and hopeless
Amidst all the chaos in
Oceans of closed fists
Climbing and clawing the eyes
While we’re falling and drag down the cliff
In the final enthralling
Depiction of sickening reality
Choked by the chains and the
Ropes and the gravity
Now at the bottom of the
Cliff we finally realize
That we're here cause we died and
We'll never be alive again
Marching in the dark, pitching ahead of me
Ghostly is all that I'll ever be
Brain dead and high on amphetamines
Marching through Shadowland!
Marching in the dark, pitching ahead of me
Ghostly is all that I'll ever be
Brain dead and high on amphetamines
Marching through Shadowland!
We are the braindead, strange and the hideous
We are the product of how you raised us
March from the dark basement
With mouths stitched shut
(Kill) is the only word running
Through our brain stem
Find our imprisoners so we can enslave them
Stray thoughts of a sick generation
Sleights lost in the filth of the play pan
Crazed often, brains remain haunted
Echoing screams
Recurring dreams that we fall in
Another cold night that we die
In our own heads gnashing our fucking teeth
Then the sweats open
Now I return from the ghastly limbo
Guest to the swamps of the
Past where my sins go
Cackling black silhouettes in the distance
Laughing at the fact that
We beg for forgiveness
Army of heartless, sightless, brainless
March to the war drums, mindless, aimless
No speech in the land of the silent
Broken teeth to the man that defies it
The lakes filled with blood
Our brains filled with mud
We all stop to the beat of the war drum
Knife to the temple, slicing it tenfold
Life isn’t meant to be heisted and then sold
Psycho triad in the darkness in red clothes
Nightly, ‘cause there’s no lights
In the dead zone
Dead tree trunks riddling the landscape
Poisoned and poisoned until we
Can't stand straight
In the shadows, creeping and lurking
We fall into place with our feet to the earth
And a mask and a cloak is
All that they've given us
Slashing the throats of the
Ones who imprisoned us
The sun went black behind our backs
I’ve been hiding from you
The sun went black behind our backs
Now I’m left marching in the dark
Now, were we always broken and hopeless
Amidst all the chaos in
Oceans of closed fists
Climbing and clawing the eyes
While we’re falling and drag down the cliff
In the final enthralling
Depiction of sickening reality
Choked by the chains and the
Ropes and the gravity
Now at the bottom of the
Cliff we finally realize
That we're here cause we died and
We'll never be alive again
Marching in the dark, pitching ahead of me
Ghostly is all that I'll ever be
Brain dead and high on amphetamines
Marching through Shadowland!
Marching in the dark, pitching ahead of me
Ghostly is all that I'll ever be
Brain dead and high on amphetamines
Marching through Shadowland!