[intro] Brick walls covering indoor cages While parents are stripped of their cradled creations "If you're gonna pretend we're free" Then why are you more for you than "we" [manic spoken rap Verse] Perfection personified, with rubber bullets all dressed in white Baptized in, God's eyes Protecting the church's hive mind [screaming vocal] CHILDREN SCREAMING, bodies falling, WHILE WE BUY OUR FAVORITE STORIES "Neighbors bombed with our taxes" While we sit an eat our x's [Chorus] So walk away Let them pass... It's their own fault, they will not last Turn away Let the moment pass All lined up for, their death dance. [musical break] [manic spoken rap Verse] Peaceful people, profiteering while their bombs are off protecting Why are you all still pretending, while building cages for "minor inconveniences" [Verse] Hutzpah, our mother's favorite pizza place, Voilà . gone before we even get a taste Աղետ, Sell the image to profit "No one seems to care" Cause no one's left here [marching band drumline] [Marching theme bridge] So March Till there's nothing left March Till your feet turn black March Till tha' heart of yours is working for a future you'll get back March Till there's nothing left March Till your feet turn black March Till tha' heart of yours is screaming for a future you want back [Chorus] So walk away Let them pass... It's their own fault, they will not last Turn away Let the moment pass All lined up for, their death dance [Musical break] [Chorus] So walk away Let them pass... It's their own fault, they will not last Turn away Let the moment pass All lined up for, their death dance. [outro] March Till there's nothing left March Till your feet turn black March Till tha' heart of yours is working for a future you'll get back March Till there's nothing left March Till your feet turn black March Till tha' heart of yours is screaming for a future you want back March Till there's nothing left March Till your feet turn black March Till tha' heart of yours is working for a future you'll get back March Till there's nothing left March Till your feet turn black March Till tha' heart of yours is screaming for a future you want back
