Dead - The Resistance

As we march on

leaving trails of hope behind

with our hands strech up to the sky

I can hear you’re lying to me

I can see your fingers crossed

as the cold crush my bones

DEAD!

In our time of weakness

we suffer for what matters

with our eyes blinded by the blade

I can hear you’re lying to me

I can see your fingers crossed

as the cold crush my bones

refuse to fall in line

refuse to be the victim

I know there’s more for me

than the pain you put me through

DEAD!

Grief of self and all

inside infected walls

shades of grey the perfect black

I can hear you’re lying to me

I can see your fingers crossed

as the cold crush my bones

I can hear you’re lying to me

I can see your fingers crossed

as the cold crush my bones

DEAD!