Jhariah - The Marching Dolls Lyrics

The world has turned itself on its head
The trees don’t grow they kill instead
Where hope once was the light’s turned black
We find faith in the strangest places
The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they’ve painted this town
They stare at mirrors wearing masks
And prudently perform their task
They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
How can you watch our castles crumble down?
I’m wonderin' where I heard this
“You said you'd give me purpose”
The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they’ve painted this town
They stare at mirrors wearing masks
And prudently perform their task
They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
The uniform will set you free
Close your eyes and you will see
They’ll soon do to you what they’ve done to me
They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles

The world has turned itself on its head
The trees don’t grow they kill instead
Where hope once was the light’s turned black
We find faith in the strangest places
The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they’ve painted this town
They stare at mirrors wearing masks
And prudently perform their task
They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
How can you watch our castles crumble down?
I’m wonderin' where I heard this
“You said you'd give me purpose”
The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they’ve painted this town
They stare at mirrors wearing masks
And prudently perform their task
They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
The uniform will set you free
Close your eyes and you will see
They’ll soon do to you what they’ve done to me
They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles