Wrinkled Revenge

[Intro] (Heavy distorted guitar riff, pounding drums) [Verse 1] Saw the message flashin' cold on my screen "Found something real, a different kind of queen" Thought it was a sick joke, some twisted mistake 'Til I saw you walkin' hand in hand with that antique! Traded my fire for her pension plan glow Left me bleedin' in the rain, where'd my dignity go? Was I just a placeholder, warm and young and free? While you shopped for walkers, dreamin' senility? [Chorus] You left me for dust, for mothballs and decay! Traded passion for prune juice, threw my heart away! What's the attraction? The smell of Bengay deep? Or the promise she'll croak before the lease is cheap? Yeah, you chose her brittle bones over my f***t! This ain't heartbreak, baby, this is pure spite! My Wrinkled Revenge is watchin' you decay! Rot together in your cheap cliché! [Verse 2] Remember callin' *me* dramatic, callin' *me* insane? While you're tuckin' in her corset, soothin' varicose vein pain! Does she read you bedtime stories 'bout the Great Depression? While you help her find her teeth in your pathetic confession? I was your sunrise, she's your setting sun! A monument to bad choices, what you've fucking done! Traded wild nights for early bird specials, dull and grey! Traded my future for her yesterday! [Chorus] You left me for dust, for mothballs and decay! Traded passion for prune juice, threw my heart away! What's the attraction? The smell of Bengay deep? Or the promise she'll croak before the lease is cheap? Yeah, you chose her brittle bones over my f***t! This ain't heartbreak, baby, this is pure spite! My Wrinkled Revenge is watchin' you decay! Rot together in your cheap cliché! [Bridge] (Guitar solo: Fast, dissonant, furious) Is it the security? The guaranteed end? Knowing the Grim Reaper's her closest friend? Or just the thrill of bein' the young buck in the home? While she polishes her urn, waitin' all alone? You're a fucking punchline, a sad, pathetic lie! Traded a diamond for a tombstone, gonna watch you die! Slow and creaky, just like your twisted taste! Leaving me was the only decent thing you ever faced! [Chorus] You left me for dust, for mothballs and decay! Traded passion for prune juice, threw my heart away! What's the attraction? The smell of Bengay deep? Or the promise she'll croak before the lease is cheap? Yeah, you chose her brittle bones over my f***t! This ain't heartbreak, baby, this is pure spite! My Wrinkled Revenge is watchin' you decay! Rot together in your cheap cliché! [Outro] (Drums and bass pound relentlessly, guitars feedback and scream, vocals become a guttural roar fading into disgusted muttering) ...Nursing home Romeo... Geriatric fool... Enjoy your crypt... You rotten, pathetic tool... Rot... Just rot... (Feedback screeches, cuts abruptly to silence)