When you savor this bitter dust
Cnd this is all you know and trust
It is easy to convey
That we pay in dismay for this game to obstruct
Blown by inaction while given the chance
In a self-created swamp you dance
Wondering why a stark sight
In a cold night, believed right, and don't fight this trance
Struggling movements through slimy paths
They seemed to cause all your blind wrath
While it is clear this fear to adhere to this atmosphere
Is nothing but a
March to the Pit
Mirage of your own wit
Fall into the dark
Cnd wait for a mystic spark
Marching
March to the pit
Sliding
Into the void you hit
Invisible prison built to lock you down
Mental asylum where you're high and wear a crown
You're just a subject of your own delusion
Should this curtain be torn and not be there to adorn?
The ugly truth would you choose to confront or ignore?
So do you think it is easy? Why don't you try?...
March to the Pit
Mirage of your own wit
Fall in the dark
Cnd wait for a mystic spark
Marching
March to the pit
Sliding
Into the void you hit
(March to the Pit)