I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet
I watched the statue of you cry
The candle is blown, so we start the black march home

Through a stale and silent night

There's a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your side

Staggering sermons never wash
There's no reproach, from a lit touch paper booth
Got stubborn marrow in !@$( bones

Should we just get home, sleep this off
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well...


Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river is high
This is a march death march, march death march

Yeah, there isn't a God, so I save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
And this march death march, march death march

Yeah I went too far

As we walk through an hour long pregnant pause

No grain of truce can be born
My bridge is burned, perhaps we'll shortly learn
That it was arson all along

Can we just get home, sleep this off
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again.
Well like Bulver said, "less heart and more head"

So unfurrow that brow, and plant those seeds of doubt, oh

Folded arms clutch homicide

The bridge is out and the river is high
And this march death march, march death march
Ahh, there isn't a God, so I save my breath

Pray silence for the road ahead
And this march death march, march death march
The dead balloons and withered flowers

Sorry cannot save me now
And this march death march, march death march
Think I went too far


March death march, march death march
I went too far

March death march, march death march
Well, I went too far, I went too far
I went too far, I went too far

I went too far, I went too far
March death march
I went too far