We March to the Beat of Indifferent Drum

With our [bad word] in the air and our heads in the ground 
There's no sense of despair, without sight, without sound 
We hold our ears and shut our eyes 
Distant screams morph into lullabies 
We beat indifferent drum, we pound it till we're numb 

We validate, rationalize, corroborate each others lives 
Pat my back and I'll pat yours, benevolent conquistadors 
We [bad word] down throats, [bad word] in cupped hands 
Wipe our asses with all foreign flags 
We beat indifferent drum, we pound it till we're numb 

20 feet high, 2 feet thick, barbed wire, razor blades 
The wall was built to keep them out while keeping us in goose step parades 
We don't question what we've become 
We march to the beat of the same indifferent drum 
We beat it till we're numb, we beat it till we're numb