Song | Serenading This Dead Horse |
Artist | Remembering Never |
Album | Women And Children Die First |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kowalsky ... | |
Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness | |
It has become your standard | |
Consuming every word | |
Meaningless words from meaningless sentences | |
Where is the message? | |
Where is the progress? | |
I will separate the past from the past | |
I cannot repeat the same mistakes we used to | |
Shed another tear as | |
I stab you in the chest | |
With pieces of your broken heart | |
Fuck your broken heart | |
Why can't you let this die? | |
Let this die | |
Similarities complete comparison (compare yourself to me) | |
To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back | |
Screaming your hymns of heartache | |
At the top of your lungs and in vain | |
This bandwagon is on it's last leg | |
How long will you beat this dead horse? | |
I have no compassion as a witness to your demise | |
Yes, she does bleed | |
Color me misery | |
Color me beautiful | |
Shake the hand of repetition slow | |
Serenade me with a love song (bullshit) | |
Tragedy of emotion barely breathing | |
Yes, she does bleed | |
We don't dance anymore | |
I don't love anymore |
zuo qu : Kowalsky ... | |
Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness | |
It has become your standard | |
Consuming every word | |
Meaningless words from meaningless sentences | |
Where is the message? | |
Where is the progress? | |
I will separate the past from the past | |
I cannot repeat the same mistakes we used to | |
Shed another tear as | |
I stab you in the chest | |
With pieces of your broken heart | |
Fuck your broken heart | |
Why can' t you let this die? | |
Let this die | |
Similarities complete comparison compare yourself to me | |
To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back | |
Screaming your hymns of heartache | |
At the top of your lungs and in vain | |
This bandwagon is on it' s last leg | |
How long will you beat this dead horse? | |
I have no compassion as a witness to your demise | |
Yes, she does bleed | |
Color me misery | |
Color me beautiful | |
Shake the hand of repetition slow | |
Serenade me with a love song bullshit | |
Tragedy of emotion barely breathing | |
Yes, she does bleed | |
We don' t dance anymore | |
I don' t love anymore |
zuò qǔ : Kowalsky ... | |
Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness | |
It has become your standard | |
Consuming every word | |
Meaningless words from meaningless sentences | |
Where is the message? | |
Where is the progress? | |
I will separate the past from the past | |
I cannot repeat the same mistakes we used to | |
Shed another tear as | |
I stab you in the chest | |
With pieces of your broken heart | |
Fuck your broken heart | |
Why can' t you let this die? | |
Let this die | |
Similarities complete comparison compare yourself to me | |
To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back | |
Screaming your hymns of heartache | |
At the top of your lungs and in vain | |
This bandwagon is on it' s last leg | |
How long will you beat this dead horse? | |
I have no compassion as a witness to your demise | |
Yes, she does bleed | |
Color me misery | |
Color me beautiful | |
Shake the hand of repetition slow | |
Serenade me with a love song bullshit | |
Tragedy of emotion barely breathing | |
Yes, she does bleed | |
We don' t dance anymore | |
I don' t love anymore |