(intro)
"Goth! became a defying genre, with a look, sound and lyrical preferences. This is how Goth became Goth!."
I can hear me breathing. That's crazy. That's a crazy feeling, to hear you breathing. How black is the night without me? On the passenger side, feeling lousy. Black is the night. What would you do without me?
(verse 1)
Glory is gold. The story is told. Ain't no one one Maury no mo'! Isn't it funny how maturity reigns, and I've been doing the same thing? Now, who('s) know what? I do too much. You know what? In your you-know-what goes my foot. Or slipper. Glass. Look at the past. Can't reign when I last. Last? Night. The past? Fright. In the presence of visitors... like UFO flights. A beautiful night. Now watch Day reign. Yin and Yang. It's the same thing. Peace of mind, unbelievably deleted by my piece of mind. Wow.
(hook)
A bottle of red wine.
A burgundy redbone.
Oh, now you know I'm wrong.
Yeah, girl, you know I'm wrong.
(verse 2)
Peace of mind, unbelievably deleted by my piece of mind. Do I need to redefine? Each time I 2, I get... declined. Now what do I do? What a mood I'm in... What a groove I'm in... 2 thousands miles ahead of the future, with a suit I'm in. Supergassed: another way to move my stupid ass. "Keep your head up! They inflate you! They can make you The Undertaker to you! You know you not dark enough. You just right for the field! You not house enough! You not dark for the field. You not house enough... gotta get down..." ENOUGH! In your MIND it goes...
(verse 3)
I learned the dark ways from Darth. And he walked away lookin' sharp. Moonwalkin' back and still appealing. Still stealing as a villain, with the ceiling being Space. The black part. That part! Nightmare! In the back is a Goth!. Making class clown jokes. A Jester. Listening to Em, and yet... I'm infested with Fester. What a jester, I know. What a joke. What a jest it takes to make the mess go away. Just another second to decay like Christ. You know you're wrong, and you know you're gone. You holdin' on. Yeah, you hold the song. Next to Christ sister. Like I miss her. Isis is hi-kicking. I get it. Her.
(Outro)
Maybe I do know better.
I want to live love forever.
