Red
Dead Artist Syndrome
He opens the closet, and there it stares him down,
In plastic, on a hanger, a faded wedding gown,
The bride has long since vanished; she left without a word,
Packed up her belongings, and that's the last he's heard,
Trapped by love that haunts him, like chains of Marley's ghost,
It's the rage that overtakes him, it's what he fears the most,
Overcome by madness, a local boy has said,
Last night they heard him screaming,
White dress makes me see red.
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red,
White dress makes me see red.
Where has the bride gone?
Where has this bride gone?
Where has the bride gone?
Where has the bride gone?