Letra de Zennon
Slow the procession that moves down The road as they mourn Hearts that are heavy No burden unloaded No resolution No retribution The madness must stop now No No Whisper the dead to the living They can't hear it's coldBut in the sadness that pierces my heart Seeds we sow And in the end all we have is each other ZennonMolded by computer archetypes Killing is fun Nervous the young boy his first job He lifts up his gun Victims of circumstance Products of what we've begun Wide open mouths as the killer He knows what he's doneBut in the sadness that pierces my heart Seeds we sow And in the end all we have is each other ZennonBut in the sadness that pierces my heart Seeds we sow And in the end all we have is each other Zennon