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a revolutionary must learn
Is that his soul is forever doomed
Abandoned by the gods
Left to die alone
The final battle within him
March into war
Force thеm to atone

War
Castles for the wicked are
Built by our idle hands
Atrocities condoned
By dewey-eyed lambs
Demon force feasts
On our ignorance
Remains
Unseen

with me for just a while
Until day turns night
We'll march together side by side
In search of light
When morning comes we'll face each other
And say

here
With a hymm of the dawn for the free
''Goodly news ''goodly news do I bring youth of forth
Goodly news shall you hear bargy man
For the boys march

Rule by chaos on the cross they display it
Illuminati world war three I wasn't kidding
Motherfuckers been planning it since the beginning
And now they

calling knell
March for doom, marching to the blackest dawn
Constrained, restrained made to live on

Bound by its master's stake, freed from its cage

Back

starve
Give them opiates sexualize their kids
Let the rich fuck their whores
While the soldiers march to war
Have the lines been blurred
When masses die

Led by liars, you march towards the End
Blinded by smiles of snakes posing as friends
Their venom seeps into your ears
And our tiny island feels so

flows in streams
We don't want to be like dogs
Let the country be proud of us

We march on without ease
On battered knees
Step by step, left and right

As the non-composite soul takes refuge

Descendants to be resurrected from our remains
As the chaos continues
Atom by atom the great disordered march

Ubiquitous being

No peace no love for the world 

War Pigs March forth, march forward to the end of the world, spread to every comer with your greedy filth
Reduce

the warm sun to shine down
And by the first of March they’re ready to poke around
Yellow-headed beauties bursting out
Bursting out

If your gut is busted

You know it doesn't seem right, that my free time should fly by but, the daunting tasks of the work day drag on. I'm getting sick of busting my ass,

order
March forward to the sound of the end
Burning bridges, to distance the heretics
Is this a lie or a test of faith?
Chained to a debt that we do not

have strength enough to fight
Let go of the weight that's on your shoulders
Don't mean it's over
This heart was meant to march to its own beat
And when

Step by step, foot by foot
Weary eyes trained on the sulfurous hilt
Sunlight gleaming in a pallid yellow
A star-spawned blade and a lecherous bellow

Woulda Coulda Shoulda 
Music by S. Christensen/G. Madden.  Lyrics by G. Madden

You said that’s what you would’ve done
Kinda late to be talkin’ bout

march wid
Bay man a wah do some hater

Deh yah an a kickback glock
Inna mi lap wid a spliff wrapYea...
Fada god man neva left the deadly
Yow dem wah see

Right foot left
One foot two
I aint your fuckin' soldier
I've been playing by the rules

Left, foot march
Hut 1 2 chant
Pulled up my own bootstraps

The journey
Is all mine
March on
Forgotten pawn
Forsake
The crown you don
Father Time bestows his gift unto us
Blessing or cursed affliction plaguing our kind

but you won't open your heart
You say it's cause I'm leaving at the end of March

Oh baby, I can't take this
You seem to be so far away from me
Come by

Sell your soul
For a ticket to the promised land
Lost control
Backstabbed by the feeding hand
Called by your unholy saints
Line up! The gallows

your one
Only comfort to your ears

Senuna heart of sin
Bred by your nest of kin
March through melting walls and pyres burning
Puzzled illusions
Senuna

Freedom

Beyoncé

Lemonade

2016

Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder
Tell the storm I'm new
I'm a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue

Lord forgive