| Song | Serenading This Dead Horse |
| Artist | Remembering Never |
| Album | Women And Children Die First |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kowalsky ... | |
| Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness | |
| It has become your standard | |
| Consuming every word | |
| Meaningless words from meaningless sentences | |
| Where is the message? | |
| Where is the progress? | |
| I will separate the past from the past | |
| I cannot repeat the same mistakes we used to | |
| Shed another tear as | |
| I stab you in the chest | |
| With pieces of your broken heart | |
| Fuck your broken heart | |
| Why can't you let this die? | |
| Let this die | |
| Similarities complete comparison (compare yourself to me) | |
| To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back | |
| Screaming your hymns of heartache | |
| At the top of your lungs and in vain | |
| This bandwagon is on it's last leg | |
| How long will you beat this dead horse? | |
| I have no compassion as a witness to your demise | |
| Yes, she does bleed | |
| Color me misery | |
| Color me beautiful | |
| Shake the hand of repetition slow | |
| Serenade me with a love song (bullshit) | |
| Tragedy of emotion barely breathing | |
| Yes, she does bleed | |
| We don't dance anymore | |
| I don't love anymore |
| zuo qu : Kowalsky ... | |
| Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness | |
| It has become your standard | |
| Consuming every word | |
| Meaningless words from meaningless sentences | |
| Where is the message? | |
| Where is the progress? | |
| I will separate the past from the past | |
| I cannot repeat the same mistakes we used to | |
| Shed another tear as | |
| I stab you in the chest | |
| With pieces of your broken heart | |
| Fuck your broken heart | |
| Why can' t you let this die? | |
| Let this die | |
| Similarities complete comparison compare yourself to me | |
| To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back | |
| Screaming your hymns of heartache | |
| At the top of your lungs and in vain | |
| This bandwagon is on it' s last leg | |
| How long will you beat this dead horse? | |
| I have no compassion as a witness to your demise | |
| Yes, she does bleed | |
| Color me misery | |
| Color me beautiful | |
| Shake the hand of repetition slow | |
| Serenade me with a love song bullshit | |
| Tragedy of emotion barely breathing | |
| Yes, she does bleed | |
| We don' t dance anymore | |
| I don' t love anymore |
| zuò qǔ : Kowalsky ... | |
| Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness | |
| It has become your standard | |
| Consuming every word | |
| Meaningless words from meaningless sentences | |
| Where is the message? | |
| Where is the progress? | |
| I will separate the past from the past | |
| I cannot repeat the same mistakes we used to | |
| Shed another tear as | |
| I stab you in the chest | |
| With pieces of your broken heart | |
| Fuck your broken heart | |
| Why can' t you let this die? | |
| Let this die | |
| Similarities complete comparison compare yourself to me | |
| To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back | |
| Screaming your hymns of heartache | |
| At the top of your lungs and in vain | |
| This bandwagon is on it' s last leg | |
| How long will you beat this dead horse? | |
| I have no compassion as a witness to your demise | |
| Yes, she does bleed | |
| Color me misery | |
| Color me beautiful | |
| Shake the hand of repetition slow | |
| Serenade me with a love song bullshit | |
| Tragedy of emotion barely breathing | |
| Yes, she does bleed | |
| We don' t dance anymore | |
| I don' t love anymore |