LATE MARCH, DEATH MARCH

I cursed in church again and the handclaps all fell quiet
I watched a statue of you cry
A candle is blown, we start the black march home
Through a stale and silent night
There's a funeral in your eyes, and a drunk priest at your side
Staggering sermons never wash
No reproach from a lit touch paper, both
Got stubborn marrow in bastard bones
Can we just get home, sleep this off?
Throw some 'sorry's and then do it all again?
Folded arms clutch homocide
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a March death march
March, Death! March!
There isn't a God so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
I went too far
And as we walk through an hour long pregnant pause
No grain of truce can be born
My bridge is burned and perhaps we'll shortly learn
It was arson all along
Can we just get home, sleep this off?
Throw some 'sorry's and then do it all again?
Live Bulver said, less heart and more head
So un-furrow that brow, un-plant those seeds of doubt
Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a March death march
March, Death! March!
There isn't a God so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
Dead balloons and withered flowers
Sorry cannot save me now
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
I went too far.