He calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb. He's always choking from the stench and the fume. The wedding party all collapsed in the room. So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.
He calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb. He's always choking from the stench and the fume. The wedding party all collapsed in the room. So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.
This night. Walk the dead. In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. In the dress your husband hates. Lay down. Mark the grave. Where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door.