This happiness, it looks beautiful at a glance but
Look closer, it's starting to break down
Under the thin layer, the cracks are growing deeper
You can feel the sadness seeping out
It's only a matter of time, we know
Until the blackness grows so big it explodes
And we are all so scared of what comes next
So scared, we can't even see
That we're all dying a slow death
A voice calling out, so helpless
A voice praying for salvation
All these voices grow into a crescendo
And when the saints show up, will they show us mercy?
When they swallow the world, will they see?
Will they forgive even the weakest ones when they
When they take us all away?
It's neither destruction nor salvation
The march of the saints levels every nation
In the depths of our despair, the saints are there
To answer our misguided prayers now
Why do all the seeds of happiness that we sow
Always seem to rot before they grow?
And why does it feel like the dreams we have are all lies?
We fight our whole lives just to barely survive
We pile on dreams over our misery
'Cause we have to!
We want to!
We need to believe!
But the only thing waiting for us at the end
Is a marching band that plays over our screams
From the day we let out our first cry
When grief planted itself in our minds
We can't recall a time we weren't tired
A voice calling out, so helpless
A voice praying for salvation
All these voices grow into a crescendo
And when the saints show up, will they show us mercy?
When they swallow the world, will they see?
Will they forgive even the weakest ones when they
When they take us all away?
Heaven or hell, whatever awaits us
The march of the saints comes to erase us
Death's parade has come to raze the world we made again
A symphony of sorrow echoing for eternity
Trampling down the demons that we made
The marching of the saints won't stop until they take my life away