Honeymoon Lyrics - Pig Destroyer

I always thought it fitting 

The way they chose the next victim 

With a bouquet of dying flowers 

And how happy they appeared 

As they ducked into the smiling hearse 

But I quite fancied them losing their lifeblood 

In a hotel room somewhere with a lot of palm trees 

Because eventually they will see that our weaknesses are all 

It takes to make the most divine of flowers wither