Album: Women And Children Die First (2004)

Serenading This Dead Horse


Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness
It has become your standard
Consuming every word
Meaningless words form meaningless sentences
Where is the message? Or the progress?
I will separate the past from the past
I will not repeat the same mistakes as 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's 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
Yes, she does bleed
Color me beautiful
Fall, fall to your knees
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
Yes, she does bleed
I don't love anymore