[00:03.620]I'm clicking your fingers, for a gothic twilight
[00:08.553]That actually existed just in your head
[00:14.901]Your fingernails painted black
[00:18.635]Or bloodred
[00:19.852]I forget
[00:22.217]And your fake-leather volumes
[00:24.700]Jabbering on hell
[00:28.012]Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
[00:34.568]Your eyes tried so hard to glitter
[00:40.868]A star-snuffing black
[00:43.599]So you opened your books
[00:46.818]And you opened your legs
[00:49.233]And so opened your heart
[00:53.399]And let in the badness
[00:57.633]You claimed
[00:59.069]As your friend
[01:05.500]With un-angels hovering
[01:08.215]Like flies round the ordure
[01:11.716]That had covered your soul
[01:14.983]Their empire increasing
[01:18.816]And your country
[01:22.715]Deserted by yourself
[01:27.165]The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
[01:34.632]That life is with end
[01:39.367]And that gestures can kill us
[01:42.349]Moreover destroy
[01:46.366]And there is one jugdement only
[01:53.149]Your letters came daily
[01:55.769]In French or in German
[01:59.284]But they meant to me nothing
[02:02.615]I caught the slow cords
[02:06.165]And dry ice fogging your mind
[02:14.001]I see all too clearly now
[02:20.917]Why you could be discarded
[02:26.286]And though I could pray for you
[02:29.415]I probably shan't
[02:33.285]Having had my cup filled up
[02:37.799]With your lies
[02:39.199]And your makeup
[02:45.149]You were nothing
[02:47.268]Thinking you're something
[02:57.319]And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
[03:03.533]A sign to myself
[03:05.566]And the memory of my past
[03:15.716]I still write this gothic lovesong
[03:21.533]A sign to myself
[03:24.432]And the memory of my past
[03:28.483]And a way to shut out your face