The Marching Sane Songtext / Lyric

the autumn in your eyes

the salty dark within your veins

we walk the streets at night

a searing spark inside our cage



your light it burns so painful

turn around and burn me painful



no light can release my pain

not a young god

I spit in the eyes of the marching sane

and in the young ones

and the world will turn in vein






the autumn in your smile

don't dare to walk another way

and when there's no behind... don't look back!

we praise the dawning day



your light it burns so painful

turn around and burn me painful



no light can release my pain...



no light can release my pain

not a young god

a tiptoeing knife in the back they reign

all the young ones



no light can release my pain...