Propagandhi - The Funeral Procession lyrics

The funeral procession pa**ed by here today Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake But I feel like I knew his pain A mechanical failure while enduring the norm Some of us fracture, others simply deform And lose their elasticity Never to return To the shape they were I wonder which is worse I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity Resigned to the truth that I will not live to see The dawn of a better day That might wash away The sadness of this age I try to keep the voices calling me at bay Desperately clinging to any futile act of human decency The voices love to remind me of My futility, sitting on my hands Hoping anyone else than Me will do what should be done It's hard not to succumb as they Call my name You gotta keep on truckin' anyways