On March The Saints Lyrics - Down

Be something that amounts to nothing the threat 

A wrecking ball plowing through our karma 

We have no confident voice in our ears for tonight 

Exist in memory only headline 

We have been through change, by the season of the storms 

It's irony, the cleansing 

Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high 

Among the elect on march the saints 

There's no such thing as a good time for bad luck 

As minutes turn to distressed fragmented moments 

Reading lips unable to hear the talk 

Partake no tangible out in tomorrow 

We have seen the change, from the season of the storms 

It's irony, the cleansing 

With all our lives at stake from at rest to present are sitting high 

Among the elect on march the saints 

March 

March 

March 

March 

We have been through change, by the season of the storms 

It's irony, the cleansing 

Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high 

Among the elect on march the saints 

On march the saints 

On march the saints