Everyone I Love Is Dead
Type O Negative - World Coming Down
Someone drops dead whom I adore
A dusty stack of photographs
Commit the past into blue flame
Acrid smoke cowardly shame
At times I'm truly terrified
'Cause dope and booze don't help to hide
They used to mask a weakling's hurt
It's just like painting over dirt
Life's a game I cannot win
Both good and bad must surely end
The mirrors always tell the truth
I love myself for hating you