The Procession

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The blood How it paints such a scene Foul routine, pedigree Mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail, and finally agree Her heart ceases its rhythm Somewhere, trumpets decay In the front by the well, wishing wishes that deny the stale smell in the hay [Pre-Chorus] There, no one cry Place these over her eyes We are broken, alone We are broken, alone [Chorus] (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 [Verse 2] Reserved Always playing the part Of a boy left alone He proceeds to the road beyond the home he'd learned to call his own [Chorus] (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 [Bridge] (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, one life for another [Chorus] (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