The Procession

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
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
One life for another, one life for another
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
You can't be too sure