and the band marches on and on without slowing
and their leader leads them on and on without knowing
never looking back to see the mess that they had left behind
the media mediates between the masses and the myth it creates
but it never know the damage grown the more it bend the truth
they tell us what they want us to hear
the patronize our aching ears
it's all too clear the wealth's of violence and sexual perversion
offer more than just some innocent psychological diversion
they have left so many bleeding, needing help from Christ the King
we don't have to watch what they want us to see
yet we've let them bind our hands and our feet
how can you say, "let's all remain unaffected," when no lines were drawn
the band just marches on
and they forget you when you fall down