Down - On March The Saints - GTP табы

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
 Except 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 present are sitting high
 Among the elect on march the saints

 March
 March
 March
 March

 We have been through change, by the season of the storms
 It's irony, the cleansing
 Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high
 Among the elect on march the saints

 On march the saints
 On march the saints