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Marching up the steps
As if unto my doom
Walking up to math class
To a seemingly innocent tune
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
Rain falls down his cheeks
But he’s standing in a tent,
Could it be just tears?
The tune begins again
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
I wake up in my math class
And I begin to cry
Heaven feels like plexi-glass
I want to say goodbye
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
Four hundred-fifty soldiers
Locked within a room
Waiting on their deathbeds
They all accept this tune
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
Chanting it like sanity
We run right out of school
Bullets and calamity
Death's just another tool
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
Falling to the ground
Their wings broke from their back
Soaring round and round
The tune they never lacked
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
It infests our minds
Creeping up again
Trailing down our spines
The tune of truthful sin
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
We all march to this beat
And soon we do give in
All will feel defeat
And the tune will spin and spin
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
It causes order then calamity
It makes society cringe
It is the beat known as insanity
And the tune does spin and spin
Spin and spin.
And the tune does spin
…..One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four
One, two, three-four….
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