Processed By The Boys

When the ending comes, is it gonna run
 At us like a wild-eyed animal?
 A foreign disease washed upon 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 street
 A large 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 'em earn a living?
 Fill out the forms, 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