"Memphis ... is an amazing song" Yeah amazingly awful, I can't understand a word of it, I just don't get hardcore... I just hope they are not talking about my beloved Tennessee.
Haha. I love hardcore ... I'm not sure why. 5 years ago I would have said the same thing ...
Here are the lyrics:
Waltz around the room with a glaze in your stare. In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower your defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open your grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer. Waltz around the room with a glaze in your stare. In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower your defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open your grave. Mediocrity is the killer. [4x] You find yourself helpless. Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away. He laid emeralds in her eyes, but I'd already tied a bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist. Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs. "Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." And we painted crooked lines but we 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 we've known before but never quite like this. never quite like this. And all i know now is regret, she follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind me, and she has nothing much to say except to innocently ask, her voice delicate as glass, "Do you see me when we pass?" but i continue on my way.
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"Memphis ... is an amazing song"
Yeah amazingly awful, I can't understand a word of it, I just don't get hardcore... I just hope they are not talking about my beloved Tennessee.
Haha. I love hardcore ... I'm not sure why. 5 years ago I would have said the same thing ...
Here are the lyrics:
Waltz around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I'll give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
I'll lower the casket.
Open the door.
Open your grave.
Murder.
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer.
Waltz around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I'll give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
I'll lower the casket.
Open the door.
Open your grave.
Mediocrity is the killer. [4x]
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away.
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
but I'd already tied a bracelet made of gold
and scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.
"Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss."
And we painted crooked lines
but we 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 we've
known before
but never quite like this.
never quite like this.
And all i know now is regret,
she follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind me,
and she has nothing much to say except to innocently ask,
her voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but i continue on my way.
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