This is a warning shot, your final call
An empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crowns
And all I see is marching bands
Marching bands which never rest in broken stands
Butcher birds with useless throats
We're not safe of dying kings with plastic knives

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It's just another hospital
It's just another, it's just another

Captains made with metal tags
Flags brought down of hollowed crowns
It's everything without a time?
It's just a, it's just a

[Chorus]

Goodbye all, your marching bands
Laid to rest in broken stands
Butcher birds will fly away
This is not a warning call, your final shot
All I see is butcher birds will fly away, electric bloom