maze. You'll always be a beggar, a waste. so fucking worthless, go crawl away. you're just a rat in a maze. Masters and slaves, pawns in a game, Marching
Humanity devours itself alive. Forced march down this path of sorrow to an end that doesn't justify. Hands chained, running driven upon those that fall
loud 'Cause we are slaves to metal Locked into the taste of steel Slaves to metal We'll march you to the beat We are slaves to metal Chained up to the sound Slaves
Somewhere on a border forced to march in line and order looo men in greedy hands Lured with hope for future pressed in contracts leaving them no chance
! March!, March!, March!, March! Forever walking the earth March!, March!, March!, March! Wearing the mask of hell March!, March!, March!, March! Forever walking the earth March!, March!, March
since the night I burned up alive To carry on beyond the grave One emancipated slave I've just begun to fight It's easier to take two steps back Than it is to march
God will love them better when they're dead You murdered women screaming at the stakes Built concentration camps and tortured slaves Hypocrite, hypocrite
on a march for power true Black power that is, panther's and their attitudes Were fresh new business suits, yes, yeah, yeah Stricken with determination to rise above the slave
in confusion Don't ask me, I don't know what happened But I am a man with a mission Must be the devil, I don't know Find him marching to a different
the artist and the sound The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down Slave for my papers
the worms eat your name! the cry of ravens is telling about death the disgusting marches are under my feet jesus is the leader of sick and slaves the
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking New World Order slave
Pulled from our homes We've committed no crimes We don't know why Stolen and incarcerated The red army marches us out like pigs Onto trains like creatures
experiments Assembly lines of death So called detention camps Imminently became death traps The healthy slave all day While the weak whither away Marches
shall be His footstool and the soul of wrong His slave Our God is marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching
path for a generation to come No longer a peasant or slave Your own kingdom I scream freedom And let it echo through the slums Rise up pump your fist And march
fight Every obstacle that I have inside Release my fear And hear me now, words I vow No fucking regrets Fuck these chains, no goddamn slave I will be
Yes, who has won? I'll wave this flag of white So the avenged see the light We'll pay for closed eyes Before genocide Pissing the masquerade March to