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 Whisper the dead to The living, they can't heal It is cold ♪ But in the sadness That pierces my heart Seeds we sow And in the end all We have is each other Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! ♪ Moulded by computer Archetypes killing Is fun Nervous, the young boy His first job, he lifts up It is gun Victims of circumstance Products of that we've Begun ♪ Wide open mouths as The killer, he knows that He is done ♪ But in the sadness That pierces my heart Seeds we sow And in the end all We have is each other Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! ♪ But in the sadness That pierces my heart Seeds we sow And in the end all We have is each other Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! Zennon! Zennon!