The Bride şarkı sözleri

100,000 sad songs stuck in my head Two clenching fist punching holes in my bed Never seen a black cloud move indoors It brought down a cold rain that flooded my floors 100,000 sad songs flooding my mind Two calloused hands grasping gaps in time I'm losing satisfaction of being your whore When it's time to turn to dust I wanna know who to trust I'm getting beat up by minute hands withered and sore When it's time to turn to dust I wanna know who to trust The candles are lit, the table is set The lights are dimmed, impatient I sit To share a mean with lady death and get a few things off my chest One night alone with lady death to finally get some rest I ask a question to the bride Her black cat at her side: What's going to happen to me when I die? What am I going to find? She replies, "The only peace lies in the grave Without a chance to reflect We were never meant to be saved We were meant to infect"