11.At The Gates
I see the vultures over the head,
They're circling for the waking dead,
Walking the line, Mile after mile,
Seems so much further then I ever thought,
Have I lost my way？
So I'll stand at the gates,
Screaming I am not afraid,
But there's no-one listening to me,
I know I'm to blame,
For my hands amongst the flames,
I just want to feel alive.
As I stumble down this unlit road,
My legs buckle underneath the load,
Though it twists and turns,
My muscles burn,
I keep going to stop me from thinking,
That I've lost my way.
So I'll stand at the gates,
Screaming I am not afraid,
But there's no-one listening to me,
But I know I'm to blame,
For my hands amongst the flames,
But I just want to feel alive.
March on, march on,
until I'm at the gates,
March on, march on,
So I'll stand at the gates,
Screaming I am not afraid,
But there's no-one listening to me,
But I know I'm to blame,
For my hands amongst the flames,
But I just want to feel alive.
March on, march on,
March on, march on,
March on, march on,
March on, march on,
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