[ Featuring The Gatherers ]
McRCHING ON - Phoebe Hunt
Well you can cast aside my plea
Toss me off as some ol' beggar on her knees
If that's what you see
But we all know the truth in that
You're clinging to the pact of your supremacy
But that ain't what we need
But you've been ruling for so long it's clear you don't know right from wrong
So we'll keep marching on
Cnd yes we're begging for a change
And no we can not see its name
We're blinded by the constant pounding lie
That every man can be a king
And it won't cost us anything
But ancient blood that's hidden in the mud
Lies aside I see it here
The rhetoric of constant fear and crying eyes
Just trying to survive
But we are waking from our sleep and know our numbers make you weak
So we'll keep marching on
From the muffling of sacred rights to pray and sing into the night
Your ships did sail
But oh your mission failed
Cuz here we stand on crumbling lands
Tied turned and left with dirty hands
Stained with the truth and some think there's no use
In doing what we can to change or take our thoughts and rearrange them for our youth Deserving of that truth
That if you still can't hear our plea it's only you you're shackelling
So we'll keep marching on