Zennon - Killing Joke

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 cold

But in the sadness that pierces my heart

Seeds we sow

And in the end all we have is each other

Zennon

Molded 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 done

But in the sadness that pierces my heart

Seeds we sow

And in the end all we have is each other

Zennon

But in the sadness that pierces my heart

Seeds we sow

And in the end all we have is each other

Zennon