Sinners March

Tell me is there a place to hide From all the voices inside my mind Tell me is there a way to die Peacefully, without the pain inside Chasing shadows in a state of catatonic dream Pretending to perceive these thoughts mean nothing to me I feel I'll never be free of all the hate inside Keeps coming back to me and there's no place to hide No one is coming, my pulse is beating faster but I think I'm OK This is the warning - stand down or run away As the sinners march through this wicked land Empty minds started growing the idea of death Our existence is a failure from beginning till the end We are all the same, we bleed the same Paralyzed, step away from the light but keep your eyes wide open In the dark, we all hide to live with our minds half-broken Where are the signals that you promised? False prophets are hiding in the everglades Is this the drowning of my fire? How long 'till I evaporate? As the sinners march through this wicked land Empty minds started growing the idea of death Our existence is a failure from beginning till the end We are all the same, we bleed the same