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