Testo di Lying Durge

In the middle of the masses An island on the sea Unyielding are the people They cannot hear, the cannot see They're marching to the beat of a hopeless drum Repetitious clogging leading towards death It's numbing like a heartbeat lulling you to bed Obedient to whispers, ultimate devoid Is it grand to march towards hell? Where are you going What's your purpose Listen and hear Your band leader is a liar! Destination pointing in one direction No consolation for misspent feeling The misery of marching without any peace Weighted by the people who sweat against me Can you hear the voice of freedom? Can you hear the voice of love? It's not too late to turn around Time's not lent to doom A voice still calls your name right now 99 left for the one still wanting Can you hear them marching, marching along Marching alon to the same old song Circling the world, marching to their grave Ignoring, wanting arms of the one who saves