I see the vultures over head,
They're circling for the waking dead.
Walking the line,
Mile after mile,
Seems so much further than 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,
And 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.
I know I'm to blame,
For my hands amongst the flames,
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.
I know I'm to blame,
For my hands amongst the flames,
I just want to feel alive.
March on, march on.
I feel alive.
March on, march on.
I feel alive.
March on, march on.
I feel alive.
March on, march on.