bitchfinder-general:

Euphoria… Euphoria…
Suicide plans and the empty stare
Lost in the cold depths of Alprazolam
With a can of special brew
Cursing in a hateful manner

When the bottle is dry
And your world’s torn apart
When the purple influence has faded
And your soul has been exposed 
I tempt you with the knife

So cold… Mesmerized…
By the eerie tunes
Known only as primitive Black Metal
The misanthropic way to go
When planning for a funeral