Onward We March
Through shattered minds and shattered glass
In ice cold rooms, with thoughtless clones
Through masses of classes
We march
To one more class
Another mintue, another moment
Utill we falter and fall
But in the end,
We still march
For ourselves we fend
Onward 'till the end
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