My bride

Carving my walls with posters to hide
The spots of blood of my dead bride
The ashtray is filling with nails to my coffin
But the voice in my head is teasing and laughin'

It was for real or just a bad dream?
As I know not all things are what they seem
My heart is empty and I'm looking around
I see no skies and see no ground

I'm weeping for her and it gives me no peace
I'm waiting for her, it will be my release