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The bride of many colours and her groom
Were the first of my victims to swallow the doom
There is a good reason these diamonds are made of glass
It's nothing to do with my inferior class
As I walk, the wind does howl
And my god, aren't I on the prowl
First her veil, of green and yellow
And the groom of grey, a lucky fellow
Then her dress purple, silver and white
But I am too far into the night
I catch a glimpse of a robins tail
The sky rejoices in rain to hail
Cutting away at what has never been there
From the faded skin to the bloodied stare
The roots of the chaos and the dead
The little things inside this head
A phantom of glass diamond jewels
The bride of the colours and the other fools
Her ring is a glass diamond, her face turns grey
She looks and at me and she turns away
The ring she drops and the glass, it breaks
"Forget those silly wedding cakes,
Forget the jewels, forget the gold
They can easily be sold
But the phantom at the back of the hall
I can't buy her back at all"
Remember before it happens to you, dear
The glass will break the weight of your fear