Electric Bloom

This is a warning shot, your final call

An empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crowns

And all I see is marching bands

Marching bands which never rest in broken stands

Butcher birds with useless throats

We're not safe of dying kings with plastic knives



It's just another hospital,

It's just another, it's just another



Captains made with metal tags

Flags brought down of hollowed crowns

It's everything without it's heart

It's just a, it's just a...



It's just another hospital,

It's just another, it's just another



Goodbye all, your marching bands

Laid to rest in broken stands

Butcher birds will fly away

This is not a warning call, your final shot

All I see is butcher birds will fly away

Electric bloom.