''If you kill me, break my neck
Cause seven times I resurrect''
In Strict Confidence - Seven lives
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''If you kill me, break my neck
Cause seven times I resurrect''
In Strict Confidence - Seven lives
🎶I'd rather my blood neat
My coffin dark
And make out with corpses at three
You're too sweet for me...🎶
I see a woman standing in the rainy street The water splashes all down her feet It doesn't seem to matter, she's doesn't seem to care (oh no) The only thing she thinks about is her luxe affairs.
-Play Dead, "TV Eye"
NOT A WASTE OF A LIFE THAT YOU CARE ABOUT IT'S NOT A EMPTY SPACE THAT YOU'D NOTICE IT'S THE ACTS OF FEAR, THE PRIDE OF MIND AND THE FINAL SOLUTION THAT'S A CLEAR IT'S NOT A DOUBT IN THE MIND OF A CHILD THAT FEELS IT'S NOT A HOPE FOR A CHANGE FOR THE BETTER DAYLIGHT IS DAWNING BUT THE NIGHT IS DARK AND IT'S TIME FOR THOUGHTS AND REGRETS YOU'RE SO SURE IT WAS SO SIMPLE YOU'RE SO SURE NOTHING LEFT TO DOUBT YOU'RE SO SURE BUT THIS IS LIFE NO SIGN OF EMOTION AS THE PRESS BUTTON SNAPS IT'S OVER AND DONE ON THE STAIRS THE EVENING IS OVER AND IT'S JUST THE SMOKE AND NOTHING WORTH NOTING WAS RECORDED YOU'RE SO SURE IT WAS SO SIMPLE YOU'RE SO SURE NOTHING LEFT TO DOUBT YOU'RE SO SURE BUT IT'S OVER
Skeletal Family - So Sure
I hope you die young, I hope you die in pain I hope you die alone in the pouring rain I hope you die cold and empty inside, they send you to hell on the other side I hope you die young, I hope you die in pain I hope you die alone and half insane And I hope that I'm still alive So I can dance and sing and piss all over your grave
The Scary Bitches - Piss all over your grave
White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela lugosi's dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela lugosi's dead Undead undead undead
Bauhaus - 'Bela Lugosi's dead'