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Norma Jean - The Ultimate Playlist - Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste
The Ultimate Playlist
01. Surrender Your Sons
02. Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste
03. Blueprints for Future Homes
04. Robots 3 Humans 0
05. A Small Spark vs. A Great Forest
06. Birth of the Anti Mother
07. Bayonetwork: Vultures in Vivid Color
08. A Grand Scene for a Color Film
09. Songs Sound Much Sadder
10. The End of All Things Will Be Televised
11. Vertebraille: Choke That Thief Called Dependence
12. I Used to Hate Cell Phones but Now I Hate Car Accidents
13. Face:Face
14. The Entire World Is Counting on Me and They Don’t Even Know It
15. Murderotica: An Avalanche in D minor
Whoa!

Yeah, 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
Doing the waltz with your murderer
Doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer

Doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer
You're doing the waltz with your murderer, whoa, yeah

Waltz around the room
With a glaze in your stare
Tuxedo suit
Give it a name
Lower defenses
Lower the casket
Open the door
Open the grave

Yeah-oh

Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer
Mediocrity is the killer

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

Fashion, fashion, fashion

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh, but I'd already tied
A bracelet made of gold, and scarlet thread around her wrist
And everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs
Oh, how seldom we belong, but how elegant our 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
On the 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