Автор: Mr. Strange

You’re standing On the spot Where he died (And) we’re grieving Wipe that smile off your face

[Verse 1] It takes too long Staining through these floors It’s unbearable Seeking underneath It’s not the sound We’re trying

[Verse 1] An audible gunshot At 5 am It echoed yearnings Despite the wishful doubts [Chorus] Had they intervened They

Self-loathing Feels Like the right way of expression Despite knowing them better At the outset… Melancholia Blight on us… As

“She looked young to me», they said «And she lived there 40 years with him» Blindly in love… (Well) She

[Verse 1] Desecrate the grave Tip the stone over Smite the impotent guardian Dig up and rape those crooked bones

[Verse 1] Can you dance In the horrid detail? And with heroin In your arm? [Chorus] Can you dance? Can

The worst expect the best Yet the letdown will epically scar them Like a gripping mallet shrill Like the screaming

A cold, firm grip Of the antique pistol awaits For a skull that has been doomed And the weapon was meant for use

Crush your heart Hope to die They told you truths They fed you lines Just keep it simple Adorn our mausoleums