This is a.. Warning shot.. Your final call.. An empty morgue.. with gurning hearts.. hollowed crowns.. And all I see.. is marching bands.. is marching bands.. Marching bands.. which never rest.. in broken stands..
This is a.. Warning shot.. Your final call.. An empty morgue.. with gurning hearts.. hollowed crowns.. And all I see.. is marching bands.. is marching bands.. Marching bands.. which never rest.. in broken stands..