The Dear Hunter - The Procession lyrics

The blood, how it paints such a scene
Foul routine, pedigree
Mouth agape, stuttered hands
Attempt to flail, and finally agree
Her heart 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 broken, alone we are broken, alone

She's inanimate bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
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 learned to call his own

She's inanimate bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
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, one life for another

She's inanimate bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion
Here lies unfinished beauty
Wilting premature you can't be too sure
You can't be too sure