Idiot March

We will watch you toss and turn in the middle of the night
You can feel it beating in your chest
Adolescent thoughts return of putting up a fight
Helping you to realizing just
The self-inflicted scars

You will never lick your wounds
You'll never let them heal
We'll stay in a constant state of rest
And you'll clench your fists and click your heels
We'll stay in the field
Making sure you're facing straight ahead
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march

Don't focus on the distance
It's better not to try
Better if you treat it like a test
You know there is no friend, there is no other
There's no enemy line
You are just an uninvited guest
The fame falls in the fog

Onward, onward
Onward, onward
Don't delay or try
There's no turning back nor out this mess
You'll clench your fists and click your heels
We'll stay in the field
Don't look around, you're facing straight ahead
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march
Oh, on that idiot march