The Dear Hunter The Procession

[00:32.58] The blood

[00:35.09] How it paints such a scene

[00:39.58] Foul routine pedigree

[00:43.84] Mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail

[00:48.34] And finally agree

[00:52.34] Her heart ceases its rhythm

[00:56.59] Somewhere trumpets decay

[01:00.83] In the front by the well wishing wishes that deny the stale smell in the bay

[01:08.34] There, no one cry

[01:15.84] Place these over her eyes

[01:22.58] We are broke and alone

[01:26.83] We are broken alone

[01:35.59] She's inanimate

[01:37.59] Bloodless elegance

[01:39.34] Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery

[01:44.33] Helpless hiding tongues

[01:46.34] Bathed in revulsion

[01:47.44] Her lies unfinished

[01:48.69] Beauty wilting premature

[01:51.19] But we can't be too sure

[01:54.94] No you can't be too sure

[02:09.45] Reserved, always playing the part

[02:16.44] Of the boy left alone

[02:20.94] He proceeds to the road

[02:23.05] Beyond the home he'd learn to call his own

[02:36.04] She's inanimate

[02:38.04] Bloodless elegance

[02:39.29] Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery

[02:44.55] Helpless hiding tongues

[02:46.54] Bathed in revulsion

[02:47.80] Her lies unfinished

[02:49.06] Beauty wilting premature

[02:51.55] But we can't be too sure

[02:55.30] No we can't be too sure

[03:02.38] One life for another

[04:10.87] She's inanimate

[04:12.87] Bloodless elegance

[04:14.37] Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery

[04:19.38] Helpless hiding tongues

[04:21.38] Bathed in revulsion

[04:22.62] Her lies unfinished

[04:23.88] Beauty wilting premature

[04:26.38] But we can't be too sure

[04:30.37] You can't be too sure