Bride
An Artist’s Impression
A stab in the back never looked so familiar
The time has kept track of me for days on end
It seems as if my plans have made plans of their own
I watched them burn at the stake, at the foot of their own demise

I'll be here waiting for my friends, even the best of them
Will fade away
You must have slipped through the cracks
Yeah

The night will change to reveal every imperfection on your face. (On your face)
What's the point of your exterior if it's empty beneath? (Empty beneath)

Guns aren't for playing around
You don't look so tough now
I'll take what's left
And rip it from your chest

Dim the lights, to hide the beast
Yeah, and now
YOU'LL ROT AWAY FROM BENEATH MY FEET
Oh

I'll be here waiting for my friends
Even the best of them will fade away

The night will change to reveal every imperfection on your face. (On your face)
What's the point of your exterior if it's empty beneath? (Empty beneath)

Mark my words, when you return
This room won't be as warm as before
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