The bride of mine relies as to reply
With an emotional supply,
which is, artificially inclined!
Lyrical unmeaning full, expressional comply
Denying human feeling, and a love that shouldn't die
Why make games of this?
Why awake a hidden masochist?
You plan to leave, and live with him
To gather riches, and partake in fornication,
You're ambition for the silver spoon, a golden ticket
An inclination to dark sins, but you'll never reach the South Pacific
You'd of died before the reaching plan should be attained
Never really putting in fulfillment your desire of the fame,
The massive name of your new wedding, newer husband the insane
So go ahead and die in gold you filthy whore,
no more but only these dear words I have for you.