John Congleton & The Nighty Nite Until It Goes
They found a full set of broken teeth peppered in the bramble leaves
And my lantern jaw, and my bourgeois draw, and my embossed thrashing belt
Let's turn the weapons on ourselves
They found a running table saw with a blood trail leading off
To a list of demons I held close and they are legion (I've grown tails)
Let's turn the weapons on ourselves
Would you turn on your heels?
My bride, my bride, my blushing bride
Oh, you wanna know how hard I tried to keep you buttoned from drapely clothes?
Every handsome robe I know you love unworn
My bride, my bride, how do I silence this restlessness inside me?
This chaos that's residing in the lulls
My bride, I need no need of pardon from the red rain to be fallen
Just stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me
Until the horror goes
They found a shinbone of a saint nestled in the astral plane
My God, I've gone too far again and let my body be unbowed
I thought with the brain, not the spinal cord
Oh, the disobedient hands are always there making plans
My God, I've cut too far again to the pubis and clavicle
Oh, my vengeance I swear will be biblical
Would you turn on your heels?
My bride, my bride, my blushing bride
Oh, I know it hurts so deep inside to dress and drain every prissy vein
All you want in life is perfection free of pain
My bride, my bride, how do I silence this restlessness inside me?
Inside I see it kneeling through keyholes
My bride, I need no absolution on this day of my execution
Just stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me
Just stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me
Until the horror goes
