March Of Death Lyrics

March Of Death lyrics

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I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm

Lightening the function, the form

Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle

I'm more like the catalyst,

calm in the mix of battle

Who let the cowboy on the saddle?

He don't know a missile from a gavel

Para terror troopin' flippin' loops of death upon innocent flesh

But i'm back in the cipher my foes and friends

with a verse and a pen

against a line I won't tow or defend

instead I curse at murderous men

in suits of professionals who act like animals

This man child, ruthless and wild

Who's gonna chain this beast back on the leash?

This Texas fuhrer, for sure a

compassionless con who serve a

lethal needle to the poor, the cure for crime is murder?

Well I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm

Lightening the function, the form

Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle

I'm more like the catalyst,

calm in the mix of battle

Who let the cowboy on the saddle?

He don't know a missile from a gavel



on the left

on the left, left, right, left

on the left

on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death)

on the left

on the left, left, right



I read the news today

oh boy

a snap shot of a midnight ploy

Vexed and powerless

devoured my hours I'm motionless

with no rest

'Cause a scream now holds the sky

under another high-tech driveby

A lie is a lie this God is an eagle

or a condor for war nothing more

Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother

please off our knees

To beef now we feed their disease

interlocked our hands across seas

What is a flag is a rag but a shroud out loud

outside my window is a faceless crowd

'Cause a cowering child just took her last breath

one snare in the march of death



Uh

C'mon

Get up



on the left

on the left, left, right, left

on the left

on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death)

on the left

on the left, left, right, left

on the left

on the left, left, right



here it comes the sound of terror from above

he flex his Texas twisted tongue

the poor lined up to kill in desert slums

for oil that burn beneath the desert sun

now we spit flame to flip this game

all the targets are taking aim

all targets are taking aim

we're the targets are taking aim



left, right, left

left, right, left

left, right