There she is in her white dress, if I stab her it'll make a mess. Your standing with him at the alter, It makes my heart want to faulter. And there he is the "handsome" groom, Everyone loves a wedding I assume. Their blood will be all over my hands, Their death is to the music of the wedding band. It's not my fault I'm a bit crazy, It's not my fault the doctors were lazy! Here I go up to the bride, The groom is standing by her side. I am blood soaked, But the father was choked. I hate her so much, I still feel her touch. The next thing I know, I had put on a show. Blood was all splattered, Her head on a platter. This story is real, Now have some fear, for if you aren't careful, your secret admirer might just be waiting for your wedding....
