Processed by the Boys

When the ending comes, is it gonna run at us like a wild-eyed animal?

A foreign disease washed up on the beach

A dagger plunged from out of the shadows

A cosmic grief beyond all comprehension

All good laid low by outside evil

Against belief, a riot in the streets

A giant beast turning mountains into black holes

Fiction

Fiction

No, none of that rolling in your heads

Reality has a far duller edge

Everybody's hunted with a smile

Being processed by the boys

They got the job when they came back to town

Why not let them earn a living?

Fill out the form, download the app, submit your face into the scanner

Everybody's hunted with a smile

Being processed by the boys

In their tatterdemalion uniforms, they look so nice

Tattoos of their children, so cool, so nice

This time will be gentle enough, gentle enough

This time will be gentle enough, gentle enough

Next time will be different, different

Next time will be different, so cool, so nice

They'll be gentle enough, gentle enough

They'll be gentle enough, gentle enough