Them

(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