Dragon Songtext

von Metallica

You dont actually care
Love for you is no beginning
Youre not really there
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination

I understand you think youre above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination

Oh you think youre so special
That theres no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
Were mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy

An idiots idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think were a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when youre able

Red star of idiocy
An idiots idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers

We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body

The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You dont even see us
You were never caring

You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
Youre way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying

Im clawing your chest
Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox

Im doomed, Im swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie

Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?
The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?

Youre way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiots idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
Youre way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiots idiocy

My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying

Youre way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
Its true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy

An idiots idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
Were meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh youre so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are

The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected

An idiots idiocy
My caring for you
You think Im a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin feet on
When youre able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring

Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring

Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?