To The End

He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb. He's always choking from the stench and the fume. The wedding party all collapsed in the room. So send my resignation to the bride and the groom. Let's go down, this elevator only goes up to ten. He's not around; He's always looking at men. Down by the pool he doesn't have many friends. As they are face down and bloated snap a shot with the lens. If you marry me, would you bury me? would you carry me to the end? So say goodbye to the vows you take, And say goodbye to the life you make And say goodbye to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank. She keeps a picture of the body she lends. Got nasty blisters from the money she spends. She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz she drives at 90 by the Barbies and Kens. If you ever say never too late I'll forget all the diamonds you ate. Lost in coma and covered in cake. Increase the medication. Share the vows at the wake. Kiss the bride If you marry me, Would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end? So say goodbye to the vows you take. And say goodbye to the life you make. And say goodbye to the heart you break. And all the cyanide you drank. And say goodbye to the last parade. And walk away from the choice you made. And say goodnight to the heart you break. And all the cyanide you drank. So say goodbye to the vows you take And say goodbye to the life you make And say goodbye to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank. And say goodbye to the last parade And walk away from the choice you made And say goodnight to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank.

To the last parade
When the parties fade
And the choice you made
To the End.

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All credit for the plotline goes to Ciar (Painted By Numbers) 'cause she's the co-owner and she came up with the main idea plus she owns the world plus a slice of toast.

Writers: Painted By Numbers
Frank Iero.