Whorebride — Withering Surface

As She Enters The Church In Her White Dress Ready To Burst

The Whole Crowd Spelled By Her Charm Not Knowing She Cause Such Harm

Cuttling To Hhe Fathers Protection Knowing She Will Never Face Rejection

But Can She Decline And Protect Her Pride No, She Is The WhoreBride She Is My WhoreBride Til' The End Of Time

The Rings That I Bought The Flowers That I Gave The Presents That I Brought To My Future Wife/Bride So Fake

She Is My WhoreBride I'm Cursed For The Rest Of My Life...