Army of Sand Lyrics

The scorching heat burns upon my face
As I witness this tireless, futile charade
Millions of people are standing out in the middle of a wasteland
Shouting their loud protests which are heard by no man

I stop and wonder to ask if they really care
As I feel the heat of this blazing, burning Sun
Why would so many individuals stand out in a horrid climate such as this
To support a cause that they'll never enforce?

I can still hear them shouting, with their dead eyes and scornful tongues
Like puppets on a string, they spout the same fodder that they've been fed

“Oh, please! Won't you support my cause?
Can't you see that I care about it so?
Though I'm standing in the middle of the desert with nowhere else to go.
We've got to fight against injustice!
All you have to do is take my hand
Become another grain in this pathetic army of sand.”

But you're all fools (The best kind of slave never notices his chains)
You're all tools (for an agenda that you only think you've tamed)
For their rules (which you'll follow, to never question if you're sane)
Escaping your dusty cage (Only to find that you're trapped in another)

Loud protests filled with hopes and dreams (Can't you hear the combat boots marching right over the army of sand)
As they make promises that they cannot keep (Can't you hear the tanks trampling right over the army of sand)
Their voices silenced all in one frail scream (Can't you hear the sounds of the gunfire as the bullets pierce right through the army of sand)
This corpse of revolution has fallen on deaf ears (Can't you smell the stink from their rotten bodies as they start to decompose into the sand)

Man's machine remains triumphant again
The systematic destruction of another uprising
A crushing blow to a directionless army of sand
Yet all they really wanted was to be a unified army of man