They found a full set of broken teeth peppered in the bramble leaves And my lantern jaw, and my bourgeois draw And my embossed thrashing belt Let's turn the weapons on ourselves They found a running table saw with a blood trail leading off To a list of demons I held close and they are legion, I've grown tails Let's turn the weapons on ourselves Would you turn on your heels? My bride, my bride, my blushing bride Oh, you wanna know how hard I tried To keep you buttoned from drapely clothes? Every handsome robe I know you love, unworn My bride, my bride, how do I silence This restlessness inside me? This chaos that's residing in the lulls? My bride, I need no need of pardon from the red rain to be fallen Just stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me Until the horror goes They found the shinbone of a saint nestled in the astral plane Oh my god, I've gone too far again and let my body be unbowed I thought with the brain, not the spinal cord Oh, the disobedient hands are always there making plans My god, I've cut too far again, to the pubis and clavicle Oh, my vengeance, I swear, will be biblical Would you turn on your heels? My bride, my bride, my blushing bride Oh, I know it hurts so deep inside To dress and drain every prissy vein All you want in life is perfection, free of pain My bride, my bride, how do I silence This restlessness inside me? Inside I see it kneeling through keyholes My bride, I need no absolution on this day of my execution Just stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me Just stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me Until the horror goesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
