Cadence after cadence echoes through my head, now they seem unreal.

I was marching forward calling them out without my controlling it.

I look around and all I see is the grey faces blankly staring foward in unison.

My actions are not my own, nor will i get to make my own.

Maybe my complaints don't help the situation.

But what am i supposed to do with my head let my thoughts echoe and die.

NO, I will not let that happen. My thoughts are my own, my one true possession.

They may take my name, they may label me a number, but MY THOUGHT ARE MY OWN.