you asked for nothing that's what i gave you ash for ashes dust for dust your trust touching but misguided bride, i'll be yours for one night i wonder wonder really what you saw in me not your type at all and all the angels hold their breath as my eyes rest upon the pretty girl who leads the choir cry out their disgust for me they're crying for my bride this (mouse?) in white does not suspect my next move in the game the game will honor you and cherish you a game share my world be good a game til death when we're parted only words don't mean a thing think of ways to run the sun paints patterns on the stain glass windows widows in their sunday best reflect about when they too were brides can hide their feeling stealing seconds from an age they'll never see again again with this ring i pledge myself again i do i do why do we have to be so humble mumble words we never mean it's obscene the ultimate obscenity serenity on sundays the stars on sundays smiles on straight and maybe one day rewards will be there for us just for us in heaven just for us amen amen (the end) |
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