Lyrics
The world has turned itself on its head
The world is in a state of upheaval or confusion.
The trees don’t grow they kill instead
The natural environment is destructive instead of nurturing; trees are harmful.
Where hope once was the light’s turned black
Hope has disappeared, and darkness prevails.
We find faith in the strangest places
Faith is found in unexpected and unconventional places.
The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
People, symbolized as marchers, move backward with heads down, signifying regression.
Blind to the color they’ve painted this town
They are oblivious to the negative impact they have on the town.
They stare at mirrors wearing masks
Marchers look at themselves with masks on, hiding their true identity.
And prudently perform their task
They perform their duties carefully and cautiously.
They march along in single file
Marching in a disciplined line, sacrificing personal expression.
Surrendering their sense of style
They give up their individuality willingly.
Happily police the streets
Marchers enforce order in the streets.
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
They do so with an emotionless demeanor and artificial happiness.
How can you watch our castles crumble down?
Questioning the spectator on the crumbling of established structures and norms.
I’m wonderin' where I heard this
Reflecting on familiarity or a past experience.
“You said you'd give me purpose”
A statement questioning a promise made for a meaningful existence.
The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Reiteration of the marchers moving backward with a negative impact on the town.
Blind to the color they’ve painted this town
They remain ignorant of the consequences of their actions.
They stare at mirrors wearing masks
Marchers continue to wear masks and hide behind illusions.
And prudently perform their task
They execute their tasks with caution and precision.
They march along in single file
Conforming to a rigid order, sacrificing personal style.
Surrendering their sense of style
Willingly abandoning individuality for the sake of conformity.
Happily police the streets
Maintaining order in the streets with a lack of genuine emotion.
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
Performing duties with a detached and artificial display of happiness.
March along in single file
Repetition of marching in single file and surrendering personal style.
Surrendering their sense of style
Continued emphasis on the sacrifice of personal style for conformity.
Happily police the streets
Enforcing order with vacant expressions and insincere smiles.
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
Reiteration of the artificial nature of maintaining order.
The uniform will set you free
Suggesting that conformity (uniform) provides freedom.
Close your eyes and you will see
Encouraging to close one's eyes to perceive a different reality.
They’ll soon do to you what they’ve done to me
Implying that others will face similar consequences as the speaker.
They march along in single file
Repetition of the marchers' disciplined movement.
Surrendering their sense of style
Continued sacrifice of personal style for conformity.
Happily police the streets
Enforcing order in the streets with a lack of genuine emotion.
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
Performing duties with vacant expressions and insincere smiles.
March along in single file
Repetition of the marchers' disciplined movement.
Surrendering their sense of style
Continued sacrifice of personal style for conformity.
Happily police the streets
Enforcing order in the streets with a lack of genuine emotion.
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
Final repetition underlining the artificial nature of maintaining order.
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