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