Marching Drums

So it goes. So it shall be
What more are you waiting for?
Am I a person? Am I a body?
After work, where do I put my body?

With the precious-little free time I'm afforded
Is it so bad I want to stay at home?

We're mostly made from memories-
The things we leave behind
The marching drums are pounding in my ears
But I won't rise
Don't make me rise
Don't make me rise

A reason for the things you think
Don't tell me that's what you're waiting for
I mean, if we are people, we should move our bodies
We can move a lot until we lose our bodies

With this brief breath of a life that we are given
I guess we really ought to fuck around

We're mostly made to laugh and dance
Burn each other out
To rise and meet the marching drums
Then fall back to the ground
Into the ground
Into the ground



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