The Marching Dolls

(альбом: To Mend The Sun - 2020)

The world has turned itself on it's head
The trees don't grow they kill instead
Where hope once was the light's turned black
We find find faith in the strangest places

The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they've painted this town
They stare at mirrors, wearing masks
And prudently perform their task

They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles

How can you watch our castles crumble down?
(Stand in the ashes of your city that burned to the ground)
I'm wondering where I heard this
"You said you'd give me purpose"

The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they've painted this town
They stare at mirrors, wearing masks
And prudently perform their task

They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles

The uniform will set you free
Close your eyes and you will see
They'll soon do to you what they've done to me

They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
(To me)
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
(To me)
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
(Me)
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles