Batallions


Their battlefield has calmed down
Since relations changed
No obvious front-line has remained
Troopers seem to laze

Those battalions don’t seem to fight at all,
As long as their screams are covered by the noise they’re in

Through hundred years of progress
Ease arose from poverty
They can’t strike a single hour without sweat
Leisure became toil

Those battalions don’t need command no more,
As long as their dreams are immanent to their suffering

Their justified rebellions
Tend to reforge ancient chains
Anger rages through the maze of capital
The defenseless will fall

Those battalions don’t need no lead, no more,
As long as their dreams are immanent to their suffering

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