Marching Poem by Thunderstorm Lullaby

The parade of pressure
that marches threw our lives
numbing our minds with it's simple beat
making us forget all of our strives.
And its easy to get hooked,
on this narcotic jubilee.
But no matter how sweet it is;
it still tastes better to be free
so gather your Ludwig's and AK's
your Les Paul and Molotovs,
your drum and dynamite sticks
cuz we're gunna start a revolution
and this time it ain't for kicks.