Ballroom manics pacing clad in costume. flying critters
Brutes and flowers. in the finale bloom
The bridegroom standing smitten 'side the barroom. but
Lying fetal in the earth's womb
We're all babies born too soon
You're fetching in the cobwebs. dress is stained with wine
I was in the dancehall enjoying my time. father had a
Vision that we won't own a dime
I think he might...i think he might be right
Brother feeds on white cake like it's a slab of meat
Can the world be abundant if there's nothing left to eat?
I live in fear of destroying myself, but no one can tell. no
One can tell
I can never feel the way i want to. comatose in the bed-
Room. rose petals in the vacuum
I am never real. i am a costume. instead of love, i lost
You. a wedding furthered by cheap booze