The Endless March -

Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns

We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt

Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters

Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt

Gaze into the depth and try to find the fire within

I try to pick up the pieces, try to pick up the pieces

Pick up mud and re invent these limbs

Caught in tow we are a sight of endless marching and swaying lights

We leave lumber for the need — Rebuild this broken body

Lumber for the need — rebuild this broken soul

Try to pick up the pieces, but timber becoming decay

Excavate bone and sculpt mud into limbs, following the sequence

Leave a little bit of ourselves behind with every step

Broken teeth fractured and spread out

Blending in the scene hands swell and branches break becoming lumber for the

need

This glow becomes our lanterns, though sight falls hard

Trudge headfirst and forget what matters

Gaze the depth and try to find fire within pick up mud and re invent these

broken limbs

Forcefully held down, friction burns our bones that scrape against the asphalt

Forcefully held down, fragments of our broken teeth spread out around us

Forcefully held down try to pick up all the pieces, become decay