Aurelio Voltaire - The Necropolis of Former Lovers lyrics
[Aurelio Voltaire - The Necropolis of Former Lovers lyrics]
We walked together through a garden everyday
It seemed a place of peace
It did for me anyway
But you saw tigers lurking
Just beyond the fences
And tear up those paper cats
They're nothing more than your defenses
You kicked the crosses of my exes everyday
It never made you seem better
Than them in anyway
You read between the lines
Of epitaphs on graves
Even in bed you raised the
Dead to speak their names
Don't wake the beast while she's asleep
Don't dig for demons underneath
In this necropolis where former lovers lay
Don't try so hard to dig that
Hole for your own grave
You kicked the crosses of my exes everyday
It never made you seem better
Than her in anyway
You read between the lines
Of epitaphs on graves
Even in bed you raised the
Dead to speak her name
I could have walked beside you endlessly
But I grew weary of the shallow
Graves you led me to
It's nothing short of a tragedy
You finally made me sad enough
To write that song about you
I could have walked beside you endlessly
But I grew weary of the shallow
Graves you led me to
It's nothing short of a tragedy
You finally made me sad enough
To write that song about you
You finally made me sad enough
To write that song about you
You finally made me mad enough
To write that song about you
It seemed a place of peace
It did for me anyway
But you saw tigers lurking
Just beyond the fences
And tear up those paper cats
They're nothing more than your defenses
You kicked the crosses of my exes everyday
It never made you seem better
Than them in anyway
You read between the lines
Of epitaphs on graves
Even in bed you raised the
Dead to speak their names
Don't wake the beast while she's asleep
Don't dig for demons underneath
In this necropolis where former lovers lay
Don't try so hard to dig that
Hole for your own grave
You kicked the crosses of my exes everyday
It never made you seem better
Than her in anyway
You read between the lines
Of epitaphs on graves
Even in bed you raised the
Dead to speak her name
I could have walked beside you endlessly
But I grew weary of the shallow
Graves you led me to
It's nothing short of a tragedy
You finally made me sad enough
To write that song about you
I could have walked beside you endlessly
But I grew weary of the shallow
Graves you led me to
It's nothing short of a tragedy
You finally made me sad enough
To write that song about you
You finally made me sad enough
To write that song about you
You finally made me mad enough
To write that song about you