STEP
STEP
STEP
STEP
Can you hear them marching
Can you hear them breathing
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
I saw boys disappear into the jungle smoke
I saw God hanging dead above the radio
The flags kept waving
The mothers kept crying
The generals kept smiling in the rain
And every street became a graveyard parade
STEP BY STEP
STEP BY STEP
WE FORGET
WE FORGET
Tell me son
What did they give you
A medal
A nightmare
A number
A hole inside your chest
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
HEY HEY HEY
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
EVERYBODY MARCH TO NOWHERE
STEP STEP STEP STEP
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
STEP STEP STEP STEP
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
The television glowed like holy fire
Children learned to worship static noise
Another coffin
Another anthem
Another preacher selling heaven cheap
I hear helicopters in my sleep
I hear helicopters in my sleep
I HEAR HELICOPTERS IN MY SLEEP
WHO SAVED YOU
NO ONE
WHO OWNS YOU
NO ONE
WHERE ARE WE GOING
NOWHERE NOWHERE
STEP
STEP
STEP
STEP
(Hey hey hey)
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP
My brother came home with empty eyes
My father stopped talking in 1969
The church bells rang
But nobody listened
Because the world already sounded dead
And every young man became a ghost instead
NOWHERE
NOWHERE
NOWHERE
NOWHERE
MARCH MARCH MARCH
MARCH MARCH MARCH
HEY
HEY
HEY
HEY
STEP STEP STEP STEP
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
WE WERE BORN INSIDE THE NOISE
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
EVERYBODY LOSE YOUR VOICE
HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY HEY
NOWHERE NOWHERE NOWHERE
STEP
STEP
STEP
STEP
March to nowhere
March to nowhere
March to nowhere
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI
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MARCH OF EMPTY MEN
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A ghostly sermon recording discovered from a lost underground live performance in 1972
A dangerous ritual of anger emptiness and rebellion born from war government and collapsing faith
Relentless handclaps
Heavy marching footsteps
Distorted microphones
Worn cassette hiss
Crowds screaming in the dark
The recording feels as if it was captured inside a ruined church filled with exhausted ghosts
The line between prayer and rage slowly disappears as the audience becomes trapped inside a hypnotic march
This is not a clean anti war anthem
It is the sound of an entire era emotionally collapsing in real time
A forbidden live recording that awakens memories from a past that never existed
