[Ilde / Altman]
Everybody knows my name, everybody wants the fame Everybody wants to see, everybody wants a piece of me Everybody wants the fun, everybody needs the gun
Battery brides, have you ever tried To break out of your waiting room And find yourself a waiting groom Battery brides, battery brides Battery brides
and jasmine Wanna get drunk on a bottle of wine No better way to pass the time Forever by your side Chorus I don't wanna be a bride Apologies to your
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue, by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth flavor his meat with
light will shine In His glory, He's lifted high He's coming for a pure bride He's coming for a pure bride He's coming for a pure bride See Him riding
sheets in bed, my dreams, your garden grace I'd climb inside hold your bones and slowly die The cooling space inside your chest My broken bride you
Oh baby, baby, how i lose my mind Time is quite the killer when you're left behind The airbag held you 'til the engine slept At home your pillow cooled
Your socks on the wood floor the moment I'd hoped for I'm terrified to think you might be real I curl up behind you fit my body to yours like a shell
So rapid the raptors, as coursers they came all the scratching and screaming, I barely escaped while the fuel cells they drained far too fast, I am dragged
"Mr. Mayor, the mission burns the zombies are marching, they close on the square Families are cold, look down at their souls huddled in camps on the old
Verse 1: She's a building of beings bein' constructed, Christ is the cornerstone Foundation built on another and you's a goner homes She's built on Him
Over me Cover me Deep inside The fever sea Lame from my My mother's womb Born a cripple and sick Under a red moon My hands bleed Feet red raw I'm a
You know they lied. To us they lied. Remember them? The final words. All these years. All these fears. Remember them? Ancient words. We'll take it from
The honey of romance, so sweet for us Through swaying grass we run in arms, just us The honey of romance, our treat to us These arms I fold around you
In fiery flight we would leave this hall The Holy House, House of God will fall To death they go with music and song But our dread simply must go on