Lyrics:

Ballroom
Manics pacing clad in costume
Flying critters, brutes and flowers...
In their finale bloom
The bridegroom standing smitten 'side the ballroom, but lying fetal in the earth's womb
We're all babies born too soon

You're fetching in the cobwebs
Dress is stained with wine
I was in the dancehall enjoying my time
Father had a vision that we won't own a dime
I think he might... I think he might be right
Brother feeds on white cake like it's a slab of meat
Can the world be abundant if there's nothing left to eat?
I live in fear, of destroying myself, but no one can tell
No one can tell

I can never feel the way I want to
Comatose in the bedroom, rose petals in the vacuum
I am never real. i am a costume
Instead of love, i lost you
A wedding furthered by cheap booze
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