The Marching Sane Songtext
von Flowing Tears
The Marching Sane Songtext
The autumn in your eyes
The sordid dark within your veins
We walk the streets at night
A setting spark inside our cage
Your sight, it burns so painful
Turn around and burn me painful
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
And the young ones
And the world will turn in vain
The autumn, it′s mine
Don't dare to walk another way
And when there′s more behind
Don't look back, we brace the dawning day
Your sight, it burns so painful
Turn around and burn me painful
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
And the young ones
And the world will turn in vain
Not a young god
Over young ones
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
The tip to a knife in the back they reign
Over young ones
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
And the young ones
And the world will turn in vain
The sordid dark within your veins
We walk the streets at night
A setting spark inside our cage
Your sight, it burns so painful
Turn around and burn me painful
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
And the young ones
And the world will turn in vain
The autumn, it′s mine
Don't dare to walk another way
And when there′s more behind
Don't look back, we brace the dawning day
Your sight, it burns so painful
Turn around and burn me painful
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
And the young ones
And the world will turn in vain
Not a young god
Over young ones
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
The tip to a knife in the back they reign
Over young ones
No light can release my pain
Not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
And the young ones
And the world will turn in vain
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