Ballroom manics pacing clad in costume Flying critters brutes and flowers In the finale bloom The bridegroom standing smitten 'side the barroom 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