Marching Orders

What do these marching orders mean? Some hackneyed fairy tale I'd move outta their dreams It's what they do Stepping to Marching ten paces in front of you Let's put this countdown clock away Unfinished parts of the death ray on the lawn Let them rust, turn to dust What the heart can't imagine we'll trust They They say we can't make this stuff up, But what else could we make? What do these marching orders say? Spelled out in loud forgotten language, they leave The voice wrecked; don't connect What the fuse was put there to protect They They say we can't make this stuff up, But what else could we make? Come on, really lose your voice. Come on, really lose it. They They say we can't make this stuff up, But what else could we make? No, your marching orders stay Always despise them, anyway, So hell no, it won't go