
March of the Machines
Is this the future we wished for Constant fighting all the time Was this the peace we wanted You get yours before I get mine Can we stop what we created Before our end draws near? Humanity is at it's end As my sanity disappears (disappears, disappears, disappears) Now I'm looking down the barrel Of this loaded forty five The sweat falls down my face Knowing I'll not be alive This darkness clouds my mind My heart says to not be afraid I've come to terms with These choices that I have made I can hear the metal churning In the spaces in between I hear the voices crying out The march of the machines There's no light to this darkness From what I have come to see If only there was a place That could grant me just some peace Now we've lost everything I've lost my friends and family There is only war here Just dig your grave and let me be (me be, me be, me be) Now I'm looking down the barrel Of this loaded forty five The sweat falls down my face Knowing I'll not be alive This darkness clouds my mind My heart says to not be afraid I've come to terms with These choices that I have made I can hear the metal churning In the spaces in between I hear the voices crying out The march of the machines And they march on (march on), Leaving no one alive And they march on (march on), Leaving no one alive And they march on (march on), Leaving no one alive So now just sit and hide Waiting for the world to end There is no more life here No more words to amend Once I pull this trigger It will all come to an end It's not a question of now But only of where and when There is no light in darkness Only suffering and pain I know the world is ending Just let me lay down in my grave (grave, grave, grave) And they march on (march on), Leaving no one alive And they march on (march on), Leaving no one alive And they march on (march on), Leaving no one alive Now I'm looking down the barrel Of this loaded forty five The sweat falls down my face Knowing I'll not be alive This darkness clouds my mind My heart says to not be afraid I've come to terms with These choices that I have made I can hear the metal churning In the spaces in between I hear the voices crying out The march of the machines

