Serenading This Dead Horse

Fall to your knees, fall to your weaknessIt has become your standardConsuming every wordMeaningless words form meaningless sentencesWhere is the message? Or the progress?I will separate the past from the pastI will not repeat the same mistakes as we used toShed another tear as I stab you in the chestWith pieces of your broken heartFuck your broken heartWhy can't you let this die?Let this dieSimilarities complete comparison (compare yourself to me)To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step backScreaming your hymns of heartacheAt the top of your lungs and in vainThis bandwagon's on it's last legHow long will you beat this dead horse?I have no compassion as a witness to your demiseYes, she does bleedColor me miseryYes, she does bleedColor me beautifulFall, fall to your kneesShake the hand of repetition slowSerenade me with a love song (bullshit)Tragedy of emotion barely breathingYes, she does bleedWe don't dance anymoreYes, she does bleedI don't love anymore