Cornered in a night of inspiration
Frozen in the time bomb of Materialism
We're the nightmares you push from your head
To the farthest corners of the dark of your mind
Flocks of drones to cater to your whim
Your Cast Iron wedding dress floats down the isle
It's a Catwalk Marriage
And the groom is nowhere in sight
The priest recites the vows like a good little dog
And we, the nightmare drones, proclaim
"Till death do you part"
The priest says to kiss the bride
You throw the veil back and full out kiss your Vanity
Someone cries "catch the bouquet"
The Steel roses hit the seat of an empty pew
The Church goes quiet for the mourning of the Roses
All except the sound of your Cast Iron wedding dress
Hitting the floor as your Vanity takes you down
This Materialistic elegance is flooring the guests
With visions of false love and narcissism
And we, the nightmare drones, proclaim
"How beautiful you are
You're the perfect Cast Iron bride
We love your every move"
And you can't hear a single word
You've pushed us far away
Out of sight, out of mind, out of hearing range
The groom is missing, but all is well
You're marrying your Vanity
