What do these marching orders mean?

Some half-lit fairy tale, I'd move out their dreams

It's what they do, step one-two

Marching ten paces in front of you

Let's put this countdown clock away

Unfinished parts of the death ray on the lawn

Let them rust, turn to dust

What the heart can't imagine and trust

They, they say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

They say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

What do these marching orders say?

Spelled out in now-forgotten language, they leave

Your voice wept, don't connect

What the fuse was put there to protect

They, they say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

They say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

Come on, really lose your voice

Come on, really lose it

Come on, really lose your voice

Come on, really lose it

They, they say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

They say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

They, they say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

They say we can't make this stuff up

But what else could we make?

No, your marching orders stay

Always despised so many ways so they'll know

We won't go, so hell no

We won't go, so hell no

We won't go, so hell no

We won't go