Fear Before The March Of Flames
girl s got a face like murder
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...We could see in the distance hundreds of men.
Their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick.
Like scarecrows: too tired to dance
Too ashamed to look up
Taunted by their shadows
Their empty stares licked at your back
But at your parade we saw you stand tall
Oh
beautiful
one mother sheds a tear
If
only
we
could
reach
such
heights
We are dogs at your waist
This
is
my
love we hear you say
This
is
my
strength we catch your spit our lips shine prepared to sing your praises
You lose your tongue at the scent of burning flesh
And your mouth was so proud of your existence
I guess you wont be coming home a martyr...
- Album:
- A Little Less Teeth (EP)
- The Always Open Mouth
- Art Damage
- Odd How People Shake
- Fear Before The March Of Flames (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- A Little Less Teeth
- Fear Before
- 2009-04-04: The Boardwalk, Orangevale, CA, USA
- Equal Vision Records Summer Sampler 2004
- Take Action! Volume 4
- In Honor: A Compilation to Beat Cancer, Round #2
- The Best of Taste of Chaos
- Dudestorm!!
- 2007-03-26: The Kids Are So-So: CJLO, Montreal, Canada