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)
https://primoaccordo.net/killing-joke/zennon.htm