March on, soles worn paper thin. Recite the mantra by memory. Ignore the stark lack of symmetry. Sing on and echo the battle hymn. You'll get exactly what you ask for. Prey on and ye shall receive. Feed on the tail wrapped around you. Dig in, embracing the ratnest. Ignore your will to survive. Choke down the poison in front of you. Bite down, clenched jaws holding tight. Eyes closed, swinging before the fight. Bell rung, your song sung - out of tune. You'll get exactly what you ask for. Prey on and ye shall receive. Feed on the tail wrapped around you. Dig in, embracing the ratnest. Ignore your will to survive. Onward. Onward, treading hate-blind soldiers - marching as to war. Never see behind the veil of who you're fighting for. You'll find that your penance is not what was paid for. And see your resistance dissolving into war. You'll find that your penance is not what was paid for.