The Marching Sane Lyrics
the salty dark within your veinswe walk the streets at nighta searing spark inside our cageyour light it burns so painfulturn around and burn me painfulno light can release my painnot a young godI spit in the eyes of the marching saneand in the young onesand the world will turn in veinthe autumn in your smiledon't dare to walk another wayand when there's no behind... don't look back!we praise the dawning dayyour light it burns so painfulturn around and burn me painfulno light can release my pain...no light can release my painnot a young goda tiptoeing knife in the back they reignall the young onesno light can release my pain...
Flowing Tears The Marching Sane
