MARCHING

   

 

            MARCHING

           Hey, conveyor stop your motion

            You tread on ice and leave an ocean

            Once you lay in slumber deep

            What was it that broke your sleep?

 

            Standing on this moving shoal

            I still can’t see my aging soul

            Where you come from none can tell

            Where you’re bound for must be hell

 

            Did you, were you, will you, can you?

            We in darkness bleed upon you

            Babylon has come and gone

            And still your engine thunders on

 

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