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(Patrick Andrews) And the band marches on and on and on without slowing And their leader leads them on and on and on without knowing Never looking back to see the mess that they had left behind The media mediates between the masses and the myth it creates But it never knows the damage grows the more it bends the truth They tell us what they want us to hear They patronize our aching ears It's all too clear the wealths of violence and sexual perversion Offer more than just some innocent psychological diversion They have left so many bleeding, needing help from Christ the King We don't have to watch what they want us to see Yet we've let them bind our hands and feet How can you say, "let's all remain unaffected," when No lines were drawn, the band just marches on And they forget you when you fall down