The Morning After Girls - Death Processions

Chosen lives sacrifice once or twice.
Here they come, there on their way.
Selfish pride cuts you right down to size.
Vacant eyes hypnotize those who try.

Here they come, they’re on their way.
It’s not your fault, when they’re to blame.
To leave no pulse for them to taste.

Chosen lives pay the price for peace of mind.
Burns so bright through naked light, we just died.

Here they come, they’re on their way.
It’s all your fault, left us to waste.
To take control over this game.
It’s not till somebody else can cure this pain.

So here they come, they’re here to stay.
It’s not till somebody knows now you’re afraid.
So you let go of all these games.
At least now somebody else can kill this pain.