Self-Titled (Lyrics)

END OF MARCH
End of march, worlds apart
Wither we into the storm
Time to fight, time of hate
Yet we're born into the same
Let us turn and break away
Its a sign of fate, we can't relate
Divine minds its not to late
Its time to sleep into insane
When we wake we'll find some change
Let us turn and break away
End of march, worlds apart
Wither we into the storm
Time to fight, time of hate
Yet we're born into the same
Let us turn and break away
Its a sign of fate, we can't relate
Divine minds its not to late
Its time to sleep into insane
When we wake we'll find some change
Let us turn and break away

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