In the middle of the masses
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An island on the sea
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Unyielding are the people
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They cannot hear, the cannot see
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They're marching to the beat of a hopeless drum
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Repetitious clogging leading towards death
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It's numbing like a heartbeat lulling you to bed
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Obedient to whispers, ultimate devoid
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Is it grand to march towards hell?
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Where are you going
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What's your purpose
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Listen and hear
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Your band leader is a liar!
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Destination pointing in one direction
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No consolation for misspent feeling
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The misery of marching without any peace
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Weighted by the people who sweat against me
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Can you hear the voice of freedom?
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Can you hear the voice of love?
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It's not too late to turn around
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Time's not lent to doom
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A voice still calls your name right now
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99 left for the one still wanting
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Can you hear them marching, marching along
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Marching alon to the same old song
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Circling the world, marching to their grave
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Ignoring, wanting arms of the one who saves
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Lying Durge
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