Ongoing Ugly Parade

This ugly parade.
This ongoing ugly parade.
And it’s raining.

We move forward.
And it’s still raining.
The further we go the harder the rain.

We might hit a hurricane.
I guess this ugly parade isn’t all that bad.
Who am I kidding? This is a mess.

They tell us to keep going.
They tell us we’re almost there.
Then they tell us we’re going the wrong way.

So, in this ongoing ugly parade we make our own choices.
We feel like dancing in the rain.
We thought we where untouchable but now we’ve got a cold.

We sneeze our morals away.
We cough our identity away.
We spit our hope away.

We continue to march in this ongoing ugly parade.
And still the rain pours.
But now it pours with purpose.

We’re tired.
We’re sick.
We’re dead.

All we can really do is march on in this ongoing ugly parade.
We’ll wait for the band to be washed away.
Until then, we’re make some noise.