Kerot! to March - Nobuaki Kakuda

There's miles of land in front of us And we're dying with every step we take We're dying with every breath we make And I'll fall in line A stranger's back is all I see He's only a few feet in front of me And I'll look left and right sometimes But I'll fall in line No one looks up anymore 'Cause you might get a raindrop in your eye And Heaven forbid they see you cry As we fall in line And about this time of every year The line will go to the ocean pier And walk right off into the sea And then we fall asleep And as we near the end of land And our ocean graves are just beyond the sand I ask myself the question Why I fall in line Then out of the corner of my eye I see a spaceship in the sky And hear a voice inside my head Follow me instead Follow me instead Follow me Then the wages of war will start Inside my head with my counterpart And the emotionless marchers will chant the phrase "This line's the only way" And then I start down the sand My eyes are focused on the end of land But again, the voice inside my head says Follow me instead Follow me instead Follow me Follow me instead Follow me instead Follow me instead Follow me instead Follow me instead Take me up, seal the door I don't want to march here anymore I realize that this line is dead So I'll follow you instead So then you put me back in my place So I might start another day And once again, I will be in a march to the sea

March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one Brenda's packin' heat 'cause she don't like Mondays Underpaid teacher policin' the hallways Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range (Ah, cut the shit, you ain't goin' to the gun range) Standin' with Emma and our sons and daughters Watchin' our youth have to solve our problems I'll follow them, so who's comin' with me? (Half of you love me, half already hate me) March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one Tell the ol' boys in the white bread lobby What they can and can't do with their bodies Temperatures are risin', cities are sinkin' (Ah, cut the shit, you know your city is sinkin') Lies are truth and truth is fiction Everybody's talkin', who's gonna listen? What the hell happened in Helsinki? March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one