On Band, In Sadness, a marching band fanfic

ON BAND IN SADNESS

oh band is a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness

it's not falsified to say that i found hash so inevitably well,

it still exists pale and fine I can't dismiss

and i won't resist and if i die well at least i tried

and we just march around in dust and rust in the rain

and march over everything we say we must

it happened again, i listened to the flutes and the horns

where lines unwind, rust in the rain endure

the rust and the rain are sins

and at States i hope we win

Go and get to your set now cause finals it seems are right around the clock

you can march in line. the finals begin just around the clock

you can mark time if your stomach is sick whether you march or not

and there is just one thing that i never forgot

and we just march around in dust and rust in the rain

and march over everything we say we must

it happened again, i listened to the flutes and the horns

where lines unwind, rust in the rain endure

the rust and the rain are sins

and at States i hope we win

you see well I'm feeling luck oh well maybe that's just me

you'll be so proud, oh see, oh hell if you could only see

that we want to go and be, ah yes

we just want to leave

o, band is a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness

it's not falsified to say that i found hash so inevitably well,

it still exists pale and fine i can't dismiss

i won't resist and if i die well at least i tried

and we just march around in dust and rust in the rain

and march over everything we say we must

it happened again, i listened to the flutes and the horns

where lines unwind, rust in the rain endure

the rust and the rain are sins

and at States i hope we win

i am insofar to know the measure of hash isn't yards

Hash will never ever be insofar to know the measure of hash isn't yards

Hash will never ever be lost by me