Futility Dance from GIALLO by 7th Victim

Hear the branches in the wind
Feel the cold air on your skin
You know that something wicked this way comes
In the Belly of the Beast
is where you'll find our priests
We have to keep them hidden from the sun
Unrealistic expectations are the hallmark of our nation
The guiding motivation for everyone
In the center of our town
there's an ancient earthen mound
Come and listen to the chanting of our nuns.

We take heads; we take hearts
We tear them all apart
We decorate our homes for the Futility Dance
We take eyes; we take skin
Don't tell us it's a sin
When we decorate ourselves for the Futility Dance

What the seasons come and go
As the fires burn below
And the Rites of the Dead go on and on
In the forest primeval
Where we start a great upheaval
to the clashing and the bashing of our songs
It's a loud cacophony that echoes across the sea
It's not illegal, but they tell us that's it's wrong
In a workshop we've been building
A wooden figure to the ceiling
You know they're gonna miss us when we're gone.

We take heads; we take hearts
We tear them all apart
We decorate our homes for the Futility Dance
We take eyes; we take skin
Don't tell us it's a sin
When we decorate ourselves for the Futility Dance

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