Goth opera Blood saga Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here Old grudges Old lovers Sometimes I wonder why we all don’t move on
Cuz we all end up in a tiny pine box A mighty small prop in a mighty dark plot And the mighty fine print hastens the trip to our epilogue (epilogue!) But the little girl fled and the king is dead And the castle is left for the taking But GeneCo may survive if it undergoes surgery, surgery…
(Sugery, surgery) (I can’t feel nothing at all) (Surgery, surgery)