Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste (Bless The Matyr Album Version)

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare

In your tuxedo suit

I will give it a name

Lower your defenses

Lower your casket

Open the door and open your grave

MurderNow you're doing the waltz with your murderer

Mediocrity is the killer

You find yourself helpless

Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away

He laid emeralds in her eyes

But I'd already tried a bracelt 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

BeforeBut 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 continue on my way