Lyrics I get that sense that when we look around This is gonna be less than easy I get so tense when we are falling in And it won't be a solid landing Oh No! We are the only ones around Well, that we know of now Oh? Did we just walk the golden mile With our heads held high? Gently Forward on empty March in a straight line In a confined mind And we walking the ghost mile To War! And we are walking the long stretch home And we are sinking the first smile To War! And we are drowning the norm This is the death of me This is the death of me This is the death of me This the constantly Gently Forward on empty March in a straight line In a confined mind Directed and filmed by Voyager. Edited by Luke McClean and Holly Novello for Shots For Bands.
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