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 (x4)      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 (x4)      But in the sadness that pierces my heart   Seeds we sow   And in the end all we have is each other   Zennon (x4)