The quarrel's done
The bloodied book of revelation
The book of all answers force fed to all
It's simple when benevolence smiles
From the barrel of the gun

In sixteen steps hundred years back in time

And who'll be the first to step off the wagon
And add to the sound of nobody walking
It's simple with somebody's
Feeding your thoughts out aloud

March, trample, left, right...

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