Death of Aunt Millie Lyrics


Sorry for your losses brother in arms

Someday we know you'll inherit the earth.

Quixotic hubris. Bohemian. No honor among thieves. Machievellian.

This day. Never to be forgotten.

Weaving an elaborate dream

Torch lights burn the funeral pyre

Songs sung carried to the grave

Cryogenically frozen, so the body'd keep.

Inconvenient timing. Such a tragedy

Pursuit of glamour. You were our wounded leg.

Pursuit of fame. You were our wounded leg.