Once was blind But now I see Over again this life Marches over me Pouring again My blood hits the pavement No one will hear So why should I even say it Bashing my head Until my skull starts to cave in Heaven sent To the Hell that has swallowed me Ten toes standing on the Blade that cuts my feet All my life I self-destruct Disconnection building up Yet I walk the blade Fruitless endeavors circle me on my deathbed Send them to rot, my fall from grace will be painless But I can still hear the voice in my head saying (Step up, step up) (Step up, step up) Step up One foot right in front of the other Losing blood by the fucking liter Pulled apart by a thousand directions The blade is our truest intentions God grows in the blooming flower But no flowers ever grow here Run my fingers through the ashes As I walk through the barren wasteland I can see my bones through my tired hands Marching onward Through soot and sand The blade is Hell And still I Walk it Walk Bleed in step, you fucking coward Walk Walk Walk Walk the blade Life's but a walking shadow A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more It is a tale told by an idiot Full of sound and fury Signifying nothing