We march
To the ringing of the bombs
We don a crown of bullets
Observe pain
Forget, go on
We love lies
They’re easier
To deal with
We march
To the ringing of the bombs
We don a crown of bullets
Ignore, destruct
Dream always
We prefer lies
They please
Watch, imagine
Touch the surface
We march
To the jingle of the dead
Acquaint with war
We mock
We fall
