A Funeral March (The State Of Our Parade)

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What are we doing?
Why do we do it?
I don't want to work
I want to play.
When no one was looking.
It came without warning.
We get two days a week
and three holidays.
And oh ain't life...
A tease.

How did we get here?
Behind a deadbolt
Perfecting the art of loneliness.
We listen to numbers
But not to each other.
We are out of our minds
and stuck in our heads.
We're convinced, we're convinced.
Convinced that this is it.

And even when we fall asleep.
We can't get ahead.
We still stand in line.
And even in our fantasies
We never win,
we're always out of time.

In the beginning,
there was no confusion.
We'd say, "No! I don't want to go."
But we got a present.
A long-drawn out ending.
We're in a funeral march for the insane.
Who swear all of life, all of life
All of Life is Pain.

credits

from THE CITY, track released November 14, 2011
Song by Bevan Herbekian; Music by THE 21ST CENTURY

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