The Dear Hunter - The Procession lyrics

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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 its rhythm

somewhere trumpets decay

in the front by the well wishing wishes that deny the stale smell in the bay

there, no one cry

place these over her eyes

we are broke and alone

we are broken alone

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She's inanimate

bloodless elegance

fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery

helpless hiding tongues

bathed in revulsion

her lies unfinished

beauty wilting premature

but we cant be too sure

no we cant be too sure

reserved, always playing the part

of the boy left alone

he proceeds to the road

beyond the home he'd learn to call his own

(Chorus)

one life for another

(Chorus)

Thanks to Person for correcting these lyrics