The March (Part I)

Well raise your hands, it’s all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by Go by A history of wrongs and blistered implications
Less of what we need and more, more frustration
Taken to the altar and left to deteriorate
Taken just for granted, they laugh and devastate
You won’t be the first or last to take a stand
Idols will remain, in glass, your highered hand
Well raise your hands, it’s all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by Haunted by the echo of the loading
Bodies in the throat of the beast
Hounded by the forces rejecting, rejecting peace
Try as you might
I don’t believe
You have the strength
You are nothing more than the empty men
Nothing more, we’ll see your end
Raise your hands, it’s all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by
(Taken to the altar, taken for granted)
Haunted by the whimper of the children
Bodies in the throat of the beast
Try as you might, I don’t believe
I don’t believe
You have the strength
You are spoken for
The empty men
Nothing more
We’ll see your end