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