And the band marches on and on without slowing<br />
And their leader leads them on and on without knowing<br />
Never looking back to see the mess that they had left behind<br />
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The media mediates between the masses and the myth it creates<br />
But it never know the damage grown the more it bend the truth<br />
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They tell us what they want us to hear<br />
The patronize our aching ears<br />
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It's all too clear the wealth's of violence and sexual perversion<br />
Offer more than just some innocent psychological diversion<br />
They have left so many bleeding, needing help from Christ the King<br />
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We don't have to watch what they want us to see<br />
Yet we've let them bind our hands and our feet<br />
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How can you say, "let's all remain unaffected," when no lines were drawn<br />
The band just marches on<br />
And they forget you when you fall down