Seems three years
Though maybe four
Someone drops dead
Whom i adore
You love someone
There will be grief
The kiss of death
Lips of a thief
Goddamnit

dusty stack of photographs
Of times i cried But mostly [bad word] the past Into blue flame
Acrid smoke Cowardly shame
Goddamnit

At times I'm [bad word] terrified
Cause dope and booze don't help to hide
They're used to mask a weakling's hurt
It's just like painting over dirt

Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
(All dead)

Life's a game I cannot win
Both good and bad must surely end
The mirrors always tell the [bad word] I love myself for hating you

Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Goddamnit
Goddamnit
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
Goddamit