Song lyrics On March The Saints by Down

Be something that amounts to nothing the threat
A wrecking ball plowing through our karma
We have no confident voice in our ears for tonight
Exist in memory, only headline

We have been through change
By the season of the storms
It's irony, the cleansing
Accept eccentric faith
to need religion
To sit HIGH among the elect
On march the saints

There's no such thing as a GOOD TIME for BAD LUCK
As minutes turn to distressed fragmented moments
Reading lips unable to hear the talk
Partake no tangible out in tomorrow

We have seen the change
from the season of the storms
It's irony, the cleansing
With all our lives at stake
from at rest to the present
To sit HIGH among the elect
On march the saints

March!
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We have been through change by the season of the storms
It's irony, the cleansing
Accept eccentric faith
to need religion
To sit high among the elect
On march the saints