yes, my eyes see clear, they know one thing despite all reason, you all keep marching on my eyes see clear, they know one thing despite all wounds, you all keep marching on
down a path of bigotry, of torture and oppression of decay and recession of skin ripped, of bones snapped of all the children lied to instilling hopes for the impossible the cost of contentment is ignorance, resentment giving unbacked answers for humanity's insecurities
why would fight when there is no cause? why would you sing when youre spitting lies? why would you dance when youre crumbling down? why would you pray when there is no god?
a hoping heart with a lemming mind the vaporous god no one can find refuse to progress alongside time (you bleed this blood for nothing) were not alone you tell yourselves
but alone, alone is what you are alone, alone without your father alone, alone and marching on you never learn