Sing that song
Weaponize the young
Marching to the drum
Soon the day will come
Sing that song
Weaponize the young
Marching to the drum
Soon the day will come

Tiptoes
I'm creeping like I'm paranoid
Or maybe just a little insecure
Put that poison in our minds
With divisive opinions
And dignity cast aside
Brothers and sisters are terrified
The future is unknown
The bones beneath the ground are trembling
As they radicalize us all

An eye for an eye
Will make the world go blind
Perhaps that's why
None of us can see the truth anymore

Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized
(Death, destruction, terrorism and weakness)

Fake news paints a picture so disfigured
It's practically a caricature
Read between the lines
And you'll find nothing's black and white
But instead it's red
'Cause some people wound up dead
And that's on you
Yeah, that one's on you

Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized
Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized

We're just strays
Just drifting on the wind
I'm a stranger in my skin
Nothing left for me
Left foot, right foot
No one knows the way
A little further every day
I can safely say I'll meet you on the way down
I'm just an afterthought
The aftermath of
Why would I waste my time?
Head down, move along
My opinion's always wrong
We're just dead inside
Weak and empty, we were all just down the river
No intentions to deliver on your promises
Instead we'll just be

Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized
Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized

We're just strays
Just drifting on the wind
I'm a stranger in my skin
Nothing left for me
Left foot, right foot
No one knows the way
A little further every day
I can safely say I'll meet you on the way
Down, down
Down, down

Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized
Marching forward, heads up high
Wasted people weaponized