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