Текст песни Zennon - Killing Joke
Slow
the
procession
that
moves
down
The
road
as
they
mourn
Hearts
that
are
heavy
No
burden
unloaded
No
resolution
No
retribution
The
madness
must
stop
now
No,
no
Whisper
the
dead
to
the
living
They
can't
hear
it's
cold
But
in
the
sadness
that
pierces
my
heart
Seeds
we
sow
And
in
the
end,
all
we
have
is
each
other
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
Molded
by
computer
archetypes
Killing
is
fun
Nervous,
the
young
boy
his
first
job
He
lifts
up
his
gun
Victims
of
circumstance
Products
of
what
we've
begun
Wide
open
mouths
as
the
killer
He
knows
what
he's
done
But
in
the
sadness
that
pierces
my
heart
Seeds
we
sow
And
in
the
end,
all
we
have
is
each
other
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
But
in
the
sadness
that
pierces
my
heart
Seeds
we
sow
And
in
the
end
all
we
have
is
each
other
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
Zennon
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