Norma Jean Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste Lyrics

Waltz around the room,
With a glaze in your stare,
In your tuxedo suit,
I'll give it a name,
Lower defenses,
I'll Lower the casket,
Open the door,
Open the grave.

Murder,
Murder,
Murder,
Murder.

Now you're doing,
The waltz with your murderer,
You're doing the waltz with your murderer,
Now you're doing,
The waltz with your murderer,
You're doing the waltz with your murderer,
Now you're doing,
The waltz with your murderer,
You're doing the waltz with your murderer,
Now you're doing,
The waltz with your murderer,
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 defenses,
I'll Lower the casket,
Open the door,
Open the grave.

Mediocrity is the killer,
Mediocrity is the killer,
Mediocrity is the killer,
Mediocrity is the killer.

You find yourself helpless,
Christ is not a fashion fleeting away.

Fashion (Repeated)

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
Oh but I'd already tied,
A bracelet made of gold,
And scarlet thread around her wrist,
But everything was wrong,
So we sang sentimental songs,
Oh how seldom we belong,
But how elegant her kiss,
And we painted crooked lines,
But we danced in perfect time,
To a love so much refined,
We know not what it is,
So like the dullen wine we pour,
Into a grief we'd known before,
But never quite like this,
Never quite like this,
All I know now is regret,
She follows like a silhouette,
Of a cobblestone behind me,
She has nothing left to say,
Except to innocently ask,
Her voice delicate as glass,
Do you see me when we pass,
But I,
I continue on my way.