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




Goddamnit




A dusty stack



of photographs



Of times I've cried



But mostly laughed



Commit the past



Into blue flame



Acrid smoke



Cowardly shame




Goddamnit




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)




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