Content within your inner prison
Divisive deadening of all the senses.
Rank and file
Marching endlessly
United in mental helotry
Solidarity destroyed
What incentive is left to resist?
Spite will have to suffice
Your apathy turns my knuckles white.
Starved faculties of imagination
You gorge on banalities then ask for seconds.
Rank and file
Marching endlessly
United in helotry
No sight beyond your blinders
Devoted to this beaten path.
Solidarity destroyed
What incentive is left to resist?
Spite will have to suffice
Your apathy turns my knuckles... white!
[Solo: Davidson]
Rank and file
Marching endlessly
United in helotry.
MARCH! MARCH!