marching in the dark pitching ahead of me ghostly is all that i ll ever be brain dead and high on amphetamines marching through shadowland marching in the dark pitching ahead of me ghostly is all that i ll ever be brain dead and high on amphetamines marching through shadowland own the dark army engaged in oblivious we are the braindead strange and the hideous we are the product of how you raised us march from the dark basement with mouths stitched shut is the only word running through our brain stem find our imprisoners so we can enslave them stray thoughts of a sick generation sleights lost in the filth of the play pan crazed often brains remain haunted echoing screams recurring dreams that we fall in another cold night that we die in our own heads gnashing our fucking teeth then the sweats open now i return from the ghastly limbo guest to the swamps of the past where my sins go cackling black silhouettes in the distance laughing at the fact that we beg for forgiveness marching in the dark pitching ahead of me ghostly is all that i ll ever be brain dead and high on amphetamines marching through shadowland marching in the dark pitching ahead of me ghostly is all that i ll ever be brain dead and high on amphetamines marching through shadowland  army of heartless sightless brainless march to the war drums mindless aimless no speech in the land of the silent broken teeth to the man that defies it the lakes filled with blood our brains filled with mud we all stop to the beat of the war drum knife to the temple slicing it tenfold life isnt meant to be heisted and then sold psycho triad in the darkness in red clothes nightly cause theres no lights in the dead zone dead tree trunks riddling the landscape poisoned and poisoned until we can t stand straight in the shadows creeping and lurking we fall into place with our feet to the earth and a mask and a cloak is all that they ve given us slashing the throats of the ones who imprisoned us the sun went black behind our backs ive been hiding from you the sun went black behind our backs now im left marching in the dark now were we always broken and hopeless amidst all the chaos in oceans of closed fists climbing and clawing the eyes while were falling and drag down the cliff in the final enthralling depiction of sickening reality choked by the chains and the ropes and the gravity now at the bottom of the cliff we finally realize that we re here cause we died and we ll never be alive again marching in the dark pitching ahead of me ghostly is all that i ll ever be brain dead and high on amphetamines marching through shadowland marching in the dark pitching ahead of me ghostly is all that i ll ever be brain dead and high on amphetamines marching through shadowland 