Driving wooden stakes through black hearts
The clock strikes midnight,
The dye has been cast,
And the sun sets once again
Broken records spin love songs till dawn,
Press repeat on "Black Celebration"
It's the same old song and dance,
The needle scratches and the record skips

Everything matters more to me,
I find the beauty in everything,
And I'm trying hard to let go,
Our scars are here to remind us that our past was real

Everything is quickly fading
And I don't want to sit here waiting,
For life to pass me by
I want to be acquainted with the night,
And find the solemn places where I can hide
Screaming to myself so loud,
The white blisters in my throat, they hold me back
Can you hear me screaming?
Turning whispers into shouts

And I write these songs hoping
My words will help me through the night;
Pens are daggers and daggers swords,
I'm using ink as blood and I'm not the only one
And the record skips, and the records skips,
Standing here with this dagger in my hand
The broken record skips and it tells me love is dead

The sun has turned it's back on me once again
Broken mirrors she'd no reflections,
Just imperfections
These broken shards cut me up

No one can see me;
I find the beauty in everything,
And I want you to know that I hate growing up,
And watching people come and go
I'm counting angels as they fall