The Bride An Artists Impression Lyrics

A stab in the back never looked so familliar.
The time had 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.
Ill be here waiting for my friends,
even the best of them will fade away.
You must have slipped through the cracks.
The night will change to reveal every imperfection on your face.
Whats the point of your exterior if its empty beneath. Guns arn't for playing around.
You don't look so tough now.
Ill take whats left, and rip it from your chest.
Dim the lights, to hide the beast.
And now, YOU'LL ROT AWAY FROM BENEATH MY FEET.
Ill 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.
Whats the point of your exterior if its empty beneath. Mark my words when you return this room won't be as warm as before.