marching, all together, all in sin
marching to a battle we can't win
the enemy we fear imposed on innocents in sight
the enemy we fear comes from within

terrified of pain and anguish, spirit wearing thin
terrified of what will now begin
the enemy we fear is not the enemy we fight
the enemy we fear comes from within

some of us take solace in unparalleled futility
some of us take solace in the jar
some of us are radiating infinite hostility
some of us are happy as we are

some of us, once pacifist, have turned against our ways
some of us, once warlike, turned to foam
some of us have been prepared and bloodthirsty for days
some of us just want to go back home

it's pitiful, it's angry, it's cathartic, it's a curse
irresistible, unstoppable, perverse
there's a part that's still resisting but it's drowning in the lie
we are twitching in the dirt before we die