This is a warning shot, your final callnAn empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crownsnAnd all I see is marching bandsnMarching bands which never rest in broken standsnButcher birds with useless throatsnWe're not safe of dying kings with plastic knivesnn[Chorus]nIt's just another hospitalnIt's just another, it's just anothernnCaptains made with metal tagsnFlags brought down of hollowed crownsnIt's everything without a time?nIt's just a, it's just ann[Chorus]nnGoodbye all, your marching bandsnLaid to rest in broken standsnButcher birds will fly awaynThis is not a warning call, your final shotnAll I see is butcher birds will fly away, electric bloom