| Death march, death march |
| Your every thought is forever enslaved |
| Death march, death march |
| Empty existence from cradle to grave |
| You’re trapped but you don’t see the bars around you, not like I do |
| All the lines so blindingly defined, entranced by its shine |
| A parade of condemnation, mistaken for salvation |
| False light brings no redemption, only damnation |
| Death march, death march |
| Your every thought is forever enslaved |
| Death march, death march |
| Empty existence from cradle to grave |
| Forever falling, falling in line |
| Cursed by every breath |
| Every single step you take is one closer to death |
| Death march |
| You walk around with your head held high and your neck in the noose |
| Not knowing you were born to lose |
| Condemned, by the choices that you’ve made |
| You’ve given up control, you’ve marked your soul |
| Condemned, you are led by ignorance |
| Condemned, you never stood a chance |
| Condemned, you drag your coffins along |
| Condemned, while the crows sing your song |
| All your actions are committed in vain |
| False light brings no redemption, only damnation |
| Forever falling, falling in line |
| Cursed by every breath |
| Every single step you take is one closer to death |
| Death march |
| You walk around with your head held high and your neck in the noose |
| Not knowing you were born to lose |
| Death march, death march |
| Your every thought is forever enslaved |
| Death march, death march |
| Empty existence from cradle to grave |