March Of Wolves

breathe in steady rhythm while you're treading through their waters,
cause they can't forgive us sinners like we can't forget their daughters,
and we can't recant, their feet are marching faster,
and they won't repent when our heads are marked with cancer,
so we flee, retreat,
in saving grace they'll find us out and break our necks
and that'll be the last of them,
we'd take the checks if they were worth the cashing in
but gold is gold, and this is just a silver platter.
now the next time that you'll see us going home will be the last time.
now we feel the water up to our necks,
and its cold as steel,
but the fires keep on burning for us,
on and on, the page is getting longer
and the more we moan, desire's getting stronger,
so we bend and groan, as nature takes its course upon our skin and bones,
we fall into the system for the taste of home,
we've lived too many times before,
but when in Rome, i'll do just what you tell me to.
now the next time that you see us going home will be the last time.
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh,
you're just so, oh, oh,
don't say no, oh, oh,
just say oh, oh, oh.
mistakes, misowned, the match is set in stone here now,
can we control, or did fate just take a turn again,
we cast our votes for the most unlikely savior,
and we're gone, we're home,
now we're feeling empty handed,
blame your own, i can't seem to get past red tape,
we can't disown, cause that would be a loss at stake,
its just we're prone, nothing's cleaning up this mess,
and if we're gone, the answer's, "yes, we're judging you again."