March from POG 2023 by Pot of Greed

Nothing comes easy.
Who decides the speed in which I will breathe?
It's never been me.
I built these hollow brick walls hoping no one will find me.
As a child I was afraid of every word my peers would say.
I couldn't fight; I'd run and hide.
That's been the constant of my life.

~March your way to hell the same way you got here.
When you've reached the gates tell them "mission complete"
For entering my realm, disturbing the peace, and leaving me with nothing.

For destroying my world, now it's your turn.
Bite your fucking curb.

One day you will repent never believing what I said.
I hope your death is slow, being trapped in your head with nowhere to go.

I hope you have coldsweats over what you try to forget.
After the hell I went through, this is far from the end.
Of this.

~March your way to hell the same way you got here.
When you've reached the gates tell them "mission complete"
For entering my realm, disturbing the peace, and leaving me with nothing.

Leaving me with nothing.

• Alternative
• Metal
• beatdown
• emo
• hardcore
• Norfolk County