Marchers in Orange

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The white lines are tracers for the facers of the aftermath Positioned in the situation, lost in battles of love Not returning, still learning Unborn, unhatched [Verse 2] Yet, but wait: it's time to collide, decide, if you will A purpose for the marchers in orange And still a circus for the children in disguise Throwing bones to the drug-sniffing dogs [Outro] Protecting what we've come to know as ours For the colors we wear in our dreams For the flags we fly in our films