Marley Haughton - M lyrics

Verse 1 (whole song): Failure input too strong, no reaping of the living rebels Indoctrinate the weak and stomp the strong, send them to heaven Hell entering the centre of all society, this is where vice is allowed to develop Too long for the lasting peace to endure through, modesty shaven Now to the armament!!! Now to the armament!!! Call to arms, stand for the stance of standing, in the shed of war but never repent Call to d**h, fall for the sake of believing, in the graveyard of life but spirit is never over spent Stuck in the insidous seat of a whirlwind merry-go-round Holding the wheel, but can't turn it around or turn back Look over the shoulder of ghosts long gone, now living within the ground Spinning the web of deceit with intricate attention to detail, silk coloured black The knowledge of d**h helps the adrenaline keep pumping Run from the enemy, but have to face the ally See the terror in the face, conclusions are to what people are jumping Delete the last, the past, and let it fade to the memory of the few, chosen, now no longer known as the coward Fall back to the trenches!!! Fall back to the trenches!!! True, the cocoon of the reguraly fighting is in conflict with the force that wrenches Delight from the delight, glory from the glorified, making armies fall readily, steadily back to the place where the hardest fighter's fist never clenches Protuding skull of the d**h ridden haunts the dreams of the survivor The nightmarish war against the unneeded never ends, always endures past it's value, need and worth Steals the wheel from the driver Hates the love the environmentalist feels for the dirt, the earth That's the end This is the ‘M' Next up is the artillery strike hitting down on the free and pretty The fire starts as a result and lets all the pain be extinguished in an instant The sounds resonate throughout a whole city Screams from those whose existence will be wiped out in less than a minute Force the door!!! Force the door!!! Push past those defending their property, the protests are unimportant when compared to winning this war Shout them down and scare the life out of them, bullet through the head now, and the lifeless body hits the floor That's the end This is ‘M'