They found a full set of broken teeth
Peppered in the bramble leaves and my lantern jaw
And 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
You wanna know how hard I've tried?
To keep you bu*toned 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
And my God I've gone too far again
And let my body be unbowed
Thought with the brain not the spinal cord
Ah, the disobedient hands are always there making plans
My God I've cut too far again from the pubis to 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
Or a stay 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 goes