The Procession

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The blood, how it paints such a scene

Foul routine pedigree

Mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail and finally agree

Her hearts ceases it's rhythm, somewhere, trumpets decay

In the front by the well, wishing wishes that deny the stale smell in the hay

There, no one cry

Place these over her eyes

We are broke and alone

We are broken alone

She's inanimate, bloodless elegance

Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery, yeah

Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion

Here lies unfinished beauty, wilting premature

You can't be too sure

No, you can't be too sure

Reserved, always playing the part of a Boy left alone

He proceeds to the road beyond the home he'd learn to call his own

She's inanimate, bloodless elegance

Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery, yeah

Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion

Here lies unfinished beauty, wilting premature

You can't be too sure

No, you can't be too sure

One life for another, one life for another

One life for another

One life for another, one life for another

One life for another, life for another

She's inanimate, bloodless elegance

Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery, yeah

Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion

Here lies unfinished beauty, wilting premature

You can't be too sure

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