One shot. One kill.
One trigger left to pull.
Disguised as a god,
Destroyed the fraud.

Bearers, blood-soaked,
still thirsty.
Our course,
still sad but true.
Can we see through?

We should not forget.

(CHORUS)
We crawl.
We die.
In shallow graves
Their bodies lie.
And yet we still
March on toward the mountain.

So reluctant to remember,
Ever so quick to forget.
The fate of so many
Left in the hands of these few.
Liars. Conmen. And thieves.
Blood-thirsty with greed.

We cannot forget.

(CHORUS)
We crawl.
We die.
In shallow graves
Their bodies lie.
And yet we still
March on toward the mountain.

Liars. Conmen. And thieves.

(CHORUS)
We crawl.
We die.
In shallow graves
Their bodies lie.
And yet we still
March on toward the mountain.

By: VoXXeR