A toast to the bride
She got up late at noon
With a wicked mosquito entourage
That ****** her soul dry 'till the rise of the moon

A toast to the bride
For putting on her least favourite dress
For putting up with a mere thought
Of laying with him in the same matress

A toast to the bride
With eyes alive no more
She walks proudly towards towards the church
Getting ready to see a coffin behind the door

A toast to the bride
Everyone still alive in the facility celebrates
While she cries for her future
The priest clangs his glass with his fellow mates

A toast to the groom
A toast to the bride
Both are dead
But only one is moving and alive