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