I can't believe my eyes a right of pa**age un-proclaimed Imagine this with all the flames I sense a secret brewing my life is changing through it A ring upon your finger Too bad you've really screwed it Up. In. Time. For. One. Last. Dance You know, you know That everything goes wrong in my life Being undead never goes my way Slit throat, goodbyes Blue skin, a maggot's breeding in my eye Murdered, insane and here I lay Woah oh oh oh A dead bride I can't believe my eyes This judgment hurts, along with shame Imagine this with much less pain I sense a secret brewing my life I changing through it A ring upon your finger Too bad you've really screwed it Up. In. Time. For. One. Last. Dance