In the vastness of open plains
Endless rows of human beings
Slowly walking, staring at the ground
No regard for the things all around
Chorus I
Battleworn their weaponry Impervious their armors
Dragging themselves restlessly No directions but forwards
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No storm or weather Can ever slow them down
They'll keep roaming The lands to no avail
Chorus II
The legions of the numbed march on, march on
Nothing in their path matters to them anymore
Cultivating apathy Is a way of joining them
Their numbers are growing Their ranks never filled
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They're all companions In blissfull ignorance
Sharing the way to unify in lethargy
Thousand needles under our skins
Wearing us out, should we join them?
Our resistance is weakened
Will we be overwhelmed?
Chorus III
The legions
march on
march on
