This world is in a tragic state

Everywhere I look all I see is murder
Everywhere I look all I see are mass graves
All the people pushing
to the front of the line of the Death March
walk side by side into oblivion (Death March)
Take my hand and walk with me into extinction
(Death March)

There is a darkness in man
darker than a pit pole to pole
a demon with an endless hunger
and it calls the heart of man its home

And the people are pushing, ever pushing
to get to the front of the line
Did they see it coming?
Did they feel the stares and the hands
at their backs when it was their time?

(Death March)

Was it the pains of life
or the way that we are designed, that leads
us with our own hands to drive home the knife?

There is a darkness in man
darker than a pit pole to pole
a demon with an endless hunger
and it calls the heart of man its home

Watch as the darkness devours
and is never sated until it feeds upon itself
The darkness will devour