Everyone I Love Is Dead - Type O Negative

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

God damn it

A dusty stack of photographs

Of times I’ve cried, but mostly laughed

Commit the past into blue flame

Acrid smoke, cowardly shame

God damn it

At times, I’m truly 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

(Ha-ha)

Everyone I love is dead

(Ha-ha)

All dead

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 (…hey wait a minute)

Everyone I love is dead

(Ha-ha)

Everyone I love is dead

(Ha-ha)

Everyone I love is dead

(Ha-ha)

Everyone I love is dead

(Ha-ha)

God damn it

God damn it

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

God damn it