All is lost.
Because the Brides are Veiled in White.
It was such a tragic, frightening sight.
And they refused to Ask Alexandria,
And Valentines never showed; my Bullet has been lost under the snow.
When I was at SLeep, the Sirens turned off.
And I could only use Four Fingers to deliver the Death Punch.
On the Dance Floor, no one spilt Blood.
The Fate was unEscapable,
Not that I really could.
This caused a great Panic at the Disco.
Now, My Romance is Natural,
The Horizon was never Brought to Me
Who am I supposed to call?
Because there were just Mice and Men,
We could not light the Fire of Memphis May,
as We Came as Romans.
So, the Skillet is cold,
And they already Hired an Icon,
So where am I supposed to go?
Now everyone is standing in the Park of Linkin.
No one can Fall in Revers,
And All the Abandoned Ships are sinking.
So right now, alone, all I hear is the Silence of Suicide,
And in this Spoof of broken jokes, I shall ever abide.