The Narcissists - MARCH ON

I feel it in my chest like a rot from beneath
Choose your stance and enjoy the disbelief
As the paint dries on your absolution
I'll be right here pulling teeth

Time will march long after we're gone
Time will march on until the end

I feel it in my skull shooting cracks down my spine
A thousand pixels they're always washing my mind
Choose a hill to crawl on, you might not die
Hey, at least you made your mind

Time will march long after we're gone
Time will march on until the end

And I march and I march and I

Time will march long after we're gone
Time will waste away your friends
Time will march long after we're gone
We're all marching toward the end

Written by:
Thomas Spillane

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