Lyrics of March of the idle

Half a life you watch the fires through your lonely eyes without your war paint on you won't survive no point in trying if its all a lie the fire for the souls of the wicked and the dumb the feeling they all know that was your life half a life you watch the tv as the taxes rise you think they're listening but try this for size they weren't too bothered when the last one died wire on the souls of the wicked and the dumb extrapolate they come that was your life