Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare
In your tuxedo suit
I will give it a name
Lower your defenses
Or lower your casket
Open the door
Open your grave
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
Doing the waltz with your murderer
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
Doing the waltz with your murderer
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare
In your tuxedo suit
Give it a name
Lower defenses
Lower your casket
Open the door
Open your grave
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
You find yourself helpless
Crawl
Christ is not a fashion,
Fleeting away
Fashion
Fashion
Fashion
Fashion
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
Something I've already tried
A bracelet made of gold
And a scarlet thread around her wrist
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs
Oh how seldom we belong
But how elegant our kiss
We painted crooked lines
But danced in perfect time to a love so much refined
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine
We pour into a grief know before
But never quite like this
All I know now is regret,
It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us,
But has nothing to say except to innocently ask,
Its voice delicate as glass,
Do you see me when we pass?
But I... I shall continue on my way...
