Lyrics:

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