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We march

To the ringing of the bombs

We don a crown of bullets

Observe pain

Forget, go on

We love lies

They’re easier

To deal with

We march

To the ringing of the bombs

We don a crown of bullets

Ignore, destruct

Dream always

We prefer lies

They please

Watch, imagine

Touch the surface

We march

To the jingle of the dead

Acquaint with war

We mock

We fall