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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 a ?? 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 (Thanks to James for these lyrics) From Letras Mania