I am judged, so I will start the massacre.
The first shot fired, left the gun long ago.
I hope you, set your goals higher than you set your standards, a test of your self-worth.
I am judged, so I will gladly start the massacre, for you.

Age-old textbook ideals, with no chance of steering course,
here-in lies the problem, the marionettes march on.

Millions live their lives, with blinders on their eyes.
A synchronized, "nail in the coffin."
Did you want me to curl up and die?
I think, therefore I am.

Why should I prove myself when you haven't been proven to me?
Why should I base my life on your fucking lies, in your goddamned rule book?
With no chance of paradise. No guarantee of a better life.
Your bitter life, guarantees your place in paradise?

Wasting away, counting the days,
No answers found, by bowing your head,

To a false god.
Your president is a murderer.
You bow your head to a murderer.
On your knees, with your back, to stained glass.

I AM JUDGED, so I will start the massacre.
The first shot fired, left the gun long ago.
I hope you, set your goals higher than you set your standards, a test of your self-worth.

Years you've wasted, I will live my life without judgement.
Years you've wasted, I will know myself before I cry your name.

Amen to that.



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March Of The Marionette song meanings
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