March of Broken Will

The sound of footsteps hurrying, the march has just begun

The unlimited sounds of people suffering & the ceaseless fire of guns

They try to hold them back but feebly fall just like the rest

All those innocent lives are lost but was it for the best?

Nothing can stop these vicious killers as they rampage through the town

Their hearts once shone but now they're stone & their souls will never be found

Heartless cruel machines that never feel love or pain

They survive off peoples misery & to them, it's just a game