Emilie Autumn Let The Record Show lyrics

Learning tricks with absent guile
Reeling in your crooked smile
Why did I turn to you?
I wanted a hand to pour my heart into

And now I bump my grind through another night
Lose my mind in another fight
Why did I turn to you?
I gave you the chance to prove the rumors true

And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life
I'm paying with my life, my life, my life

So let the record show
That you murdered me in your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands, it happens every day

Looking life like a burlesque show
Get them off and they'll let you go
Why did I turn to you?
I only turned out to be just one more girl you slew

And now I bump my grind for another
Lose my mind in another
Why, why, why, why
I gave you the chance to prove the rumors true?

And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life
I'm paying with my life, my life, my life

So let the record show
That you murdered me in your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands, it happens every day

You're jealous, oh you're jealous, why?
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime
So write this on your soul

But don't waste my time

If I'm going down then I'm doing down good
I'm going down then I'm going down clean
I'm going down then I'm going down
The prettiest broken girl you've ever seen

If I'm going down then I'm going down good
I'm going down then I'm going down clean
I'm going down then I'm going
The prettiest wretched whore you've ever seen

While I breathe
I've got no evidence to prove my end
And so you'll walk away?
Nope, wrong again

So let the record show
That you murdered me in your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands, it happens every day

You're jealous, oh you're jealous, why?
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime
So write this on your soul

And let it show
That you murdered me in your coldest blood
With your own two hands
Don't think no one understands, it happens every day

You're jealous, oh you're jealous, why?
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime
So write this on your soul
But don't waste my time