Still Marching On

this one is about how people live life as though in a trance,blindly going through everyday motions like zombies.this is their march
STILL MARCHING ON
there is nothing epic
in this puppets march
no saga to live
no legend to tell

despair in poverty
and emptiness in wealth
boredom in life
and a void in death

this we try to fill
but time never stands still

from one void to another
nothing left to live for

create your fantasy
choose your ecstasy

the void shall never fill
for time never stands still

squeezing the essence your soul
you go beyond control

what remains now is shadow and air
a phantom with a hollow stare

thus does another fall
but they do not care
they go marching on
to the gates of hell