Cemetery Drive

This night, walk the dead in a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. In the dress your husband hates. Way down, mark the grave. Where the search lights find us
drinking by the mausoleum door and they found you on the Bathroom floor. I miss you, I miss you so far and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard. Back home, off the run. Singing songs that make you slit your wrists. It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun. So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying...If you want i'll keep on crying. Did you get what you deserve? Is this what you always want me for? Way down, way down. I love undead.