Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me Album Lyrics
Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me Lyrics
Writer: BOB MOSHER, JACK MARSHALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Dont Wanna Be Me
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore, more
Men are throwing at his home
Two glass houses, twenty stones
Fourteen yellow, six are blue
Could it be worse? Quite doubtful...
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
One, two...
One,two,three,four...
Two steps forward, three steps back
Without warning, heart attack
He fell asleep in the snow
Never woke up, died alone
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
One, two...
One,two,three,four...
Please don't dress in black
When you're at his wake
Don't go there to mourn
But to celebrate
Please don't dress in black
When you're at his wake
Don't go there to mourn
But to celebrate
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
One, two...
One,two,three,four...
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore, more
Men are throwing at his home
Two glass houses, twenty stones
Fourteen yellow, six are blue
Could it be worse? Quite doubtful...
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
One, two...
One,two,three,four...
Two steps forward, three steps back
Without warning, heart attack
He fell asleep in the snow
Never woke up, died alone
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
One, two...
One,two,three,four...
Please don't dress in black
When you're at his wake
Don't go there to mourn
But to celebrate
Please don't dress in black
When you're at his wake
Don't go there to mourn
But to celebrate
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be
Me anymore
One, two...
One,two,three,four...
I don't wanna be
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Less Than Zero (<0)
My reflection as that shadow's
Blessing my death
Last soul in agony meet machine tragedy
God if you love me, then why won't
You set me free
I don't have call-waiting, hey, was that
You pranking me?
The sheep within
Wearing wolf's skin
Weak vagiant
Amongst midgets
Snot and cum, piss and shit
Of this I am made - like a taste of it?
Vomit, pus, sweat, tears, blood
The scab removed, revealing what was
Of this man of Steele
Nothing is real
The truth be scant
Lord of idiots
The punishment?
Eternal lent
Victims be clear
You're all volunteers
Blessing my death
Last soul in agony meet machine tragedy
God if you love me, then why won't
You set me free
I don't have call-waiting, hey, was that
You pranking me?
The sheep within
Wearing wolf's skin
Weak vagiant
Amongst midgets
Snot and cum, piss and shit
Of this I am made - like a taste of it?
Vomit, pus, sweat, tears, blood
The scab removed, revealing what was
Of this man of Steele
Nothing is real
The truth be scant
Lord of idiots
The punishment?
Eternal lent
Victims be clear
You're all volunteers
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Todd's Ship Gods (Above All Things)
Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there I used to know
Author of the testosterone scriptures
Where did you go?
Now I remember what you told me that time
Falling from my bike scraping my knee
If you're gonna weep keep it from sunshine
So no one sees
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
See little boy hiding amongst shadows
Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain
From the storms predicted by the Tarot
Pray for the rain
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
Giant living there I used to know
Author of the testosterone scriptures
Where did you go?
Now I remember what you told me that time
Falling from my bike scraping my knee
If you're gonna weep keep it from sunshine
So no one sees
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
See little boy hiding amongst shadows
Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain
From the storms predicted by the Tarot
Pray for the rain
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man
Writer: Peter Thomas Steele
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Like Goils
Forget the jar of Vaseline
Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen
And yeah,
You can drool, beg me and hope
There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap
OK,
I know I'm strange but I ain't no queer
So Take your rage and disappear
But I'm proud not to be PC
'Cause-
I like goils
Bad goils all over the place
Now I don't know whose ass you've licked
No shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dick
He says:
"How 'bout no sex - we'll just be friends"
Hey no thanks pal, I'll stick to lesbians
You're right!
A sexist pig, I guess it's true
(I hate all men including you)
I don't care what you think of me
'Cause-
I like goils
Bad goils all over this world
I'm quite flattered that you think I'm cute
But I don't deal well with compacted poop
So look,
If my views make you annoyed
You're just jealous I don't have hemorrhoids
So now,
To make it clear that you can't bone me
My tattooed ass reads "exit only"
I don't care much for sodomy
'Cause-
I like goils
Bad goils all over this world
Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen
And yeah,
You can drool, beg me and hope
There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap
OK,
I know I'm strange but I ain't no queer
So Take your rage and disappear
But I'm proud not to be PC
'Cause-
I like goils
Bad goils all over the place
Now I don't know whose ass you've licked
No shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dick
He says:
"How 'bout no sex - we'll just be friends"
Hey no thanks pal, I'll stick to lesbians
You're right!
A sexist pig, I guess it's true
(I hate all men including you)
I don't care what you think of me
'Cause-
I like goils
Bad goils all over this world
I'm quite flattered that you think I'm cute
But I don't deal well with compacted poop
So look,
If my views make you annoyed
You're just jealous I don't have hemorrhoids
So now,
To make it clear that you can't bone me
My tattooed ass reads "exit only"
I don't care much for sodomy
'Cause-
I like goils
Bad goils all over this world
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
...A Dish Best Served Coldly
What Makes you thing that you have won
When the battle has only just begun?
Let the punishment fit the crime
Bad things come to those in all good time
My mistake was to put you first
Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst
I asked you - believe in just us
Now my faith lie in mine own justice
How many times must i say I'm not sorry?
And how many was can i show you i don't care?
Rotting bodies of enemies
Cannot smell sweet enough to me
What is the price of a friend
Who would carry out revenge?
In this bleak world of absent laws
One in which the just are whores
An honour to die for the truth
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
How many times must i say i'm not sorry?
And how many ways can i show
I don't care?
When the battle has only just begun?
Let the punishment fit the crime
Bad things come to those in all good time
My mistake was to put you first
Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst
I asked you - believe in just us
Now my faith lie in mine own justice
How many times must i say I'm not sorry?
And how many was can i show you i don't care?
Rotting bodies of enemies
Cannot smell sweet enough to me
What is the price of a friend
Who would carry out revenge?
In this bleak world of absent laws
One in which the just are whores
An honour to die for the truth
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
How many times must i say i'm not sorry?
And how many ways can i show
I don't care?
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
How Could She?
Wilma Flintstone, Marcia Brady,
Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz,
Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie
Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther,
Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha,
Mrs. MacGillicuddy
How could she?
Ginger, Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell,
Samantha Stevens, Lieutentant Uhura,
Judy Jetson
Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz,
Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster,
Rhoda, Penny Robinson
How could she?
Why don't you love me anymore?
Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed
No recourse except for celluloid
In my heart, I know you are not real
Though in mind, suspect you still can feel
Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera
Black or white, stunning Technicolor
Warner Brothers and the A.A.P.
I've become addicted to TV
Crissy Snow, Catwoman,
Creepela, Weezie Jefferson,
Betty Rubble, Little Cindy Who
Penelope Pitstop, Lois Lane,
Vanna White, Wonder Woman,
Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo
How could she?
Why don't you love me anymore?
How could you?
Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz,
Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie
Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther,
Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha,
Mrs. MacGillicuddy
How could she?
Ginger, Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell,
Samantha Stevens, Lieutentant Uhura,
Judy Jetson
Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz,
Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster,
Rhoda, Penny Robinson
How could she?
Why don't you love me anymore?
Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed
No recourse except for celluloid
In my heart, I know you are not real
Though in mind, suspect you still can feel
Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera
Black or white, stunning Technicolor
Warner Brothers and the A.A.P.
I've become addicted to TV
Crissy Snow, Catwoman,
Creepela, Weezie Jefferson,
Betty Rubble, Little Cindy Who
Penelope Pitstop, Lois Lane,
Vanna White, Wonder Woman,
Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo
How could she?
Why don't you love me anymore?
How could you?
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Life Is Killing Me
Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ's name did pay with pain
Modern day inquisition
What is the link between these crafts?
Doctors and thieves, they both wear masks
Overpaid meat magicians
Life is killing me
Your doctorate and Ph.D.
Would wipe my ass etched in feces
Will not cure your affliction
Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele
And your face too, they're just a blur
Can't improve my condition
Life is killing me
Appointment made, waited three hours
Did not realize you had such power
I'd rather see a mortician
Your parents saved or had the bucks
Your education stems from luck
Future corpse: death by physician
I have no choice: devoid of rights
So pull the plug, it's my damned life
Keep me alive to increase your bill
A Red Cross hell? - the hospital!
Just let me die with dignity
It's not suicide, simply mercy
Just who do you think you are?
Medical school don't make you God
Now I don't care what you've been taught
Just get me off this life support
Just let me die, with dignity
It's not suicide, simply mercy
Life is killing me
And for Christ's name did pay with pain
Modern day inquisition
What is the link between these crafts?
Doctors and thieves, they both wear masks
Overpaid meat magicians
Life is killing me
Your doctorate and Ph.D.
Would wipe my ass etched in feces
Will not cure your affliction
Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele
And your face too, they're just a blur
Can't improve my condition
Life is killing me
Appointment made, waited three hours
Did not realize you had such power
I'd rather see a mortician
Your parents saved or had the bucks
Your education stems from luck
Future corpse: death by physician
I have no choice: devoid of rights
So pull the plug, it's my damned life
Keep me alive to increase your bill
A Red Cross hell? - the hospital!
Just let me die with dignity
It's not suicide, simply mercy
Just who do you think you are?
Medical school don't make you God
Now I don't care what you've been taught
Just get me off this life support
Just let me die, with dignity
It's not suicide, simply mercy
Life is killing me
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Nettie
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue
Miss Red Hook of 1922
Weeping silently for the pain of others
Every night a tearful rosary
A victim of the curse of empathy
Her reward for compassion is to suffer
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
My shortcomings I know caused her grief
Still she loves me. This I can't believe!
Responding not with anger but a prayer
Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill
True, I am the son of an Angel
Maternally, not one woman compares
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
If you fall, I will catch you
When you're lost, I'll be there soon
Far away, but of course near
When you're sad, I'm always here
Thank you for saving me from myself
Your compassion became its own hell
Unequivocally beautiful inside and out
Without a doubt
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue
Miss Red Hook of 1922
Weeping silently for the pain of others
Every night a tearful rosary
A victim of the curse of empathy
Her reward for compassion is to suffer
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
My shortcomings I know caused her grief
Still she loves me. This I can't believe!
Responding not with anger but a prayer
Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill
True, I am the son of an Angel
Maternally, not one woman compares
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
If you fall, I will catch you
When you're lost, I'll be there soon
Far away, but of course near
When you're sad, I'm always here
Thank you for saving me from myself
Your compassion became its own hell
Unequivocally beautiful inside and out
Without a doubt
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
(We Were) Electrocute
We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits
So electrocute
Everyone we knew said it was true
That's when even strangers knew our names
Ten year's later sighed "what a shame"
We were electrocute
To make the point again is moot
Ssssssso electrocute
How on you I've wasted my youth
Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man
So proud to be by your side
We were a team no one denied
Even though I still miss your lips
You're about as real as your tits
In our has-been 1980's suits
So electrocute
Everyone we knew said it was true
That's when even strangers knew our names
Ten year's later sighed "what a shame"
We were electrocute
To make the point again is moot
Ssssssso electrocute
How on you I've wasted my youth
Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man
So proud to be by your side
We were a team no one denied
Even though I still miss your lips
You're about as real as your tits
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
IYDKMIGTHTKY (Gimme That)
It's been doing some thinking
It felt fair that she should know
All actions in which partake
Are far beyond its control
Whether it was born or bred
(Genetic, environment)
I wouldn't bother to ask it why
Simply concentrate on when
It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed
Making plans but It won't tell
So longs to hear her final words
"I brought this on myself"
The theory of futility
Now you'll learn, so be prepared
Enemies are equal to
Wrath times the speed of fright squared
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
My God helps those who help themselves
Of thus, she shan't be ashamed
Crawl into line and wait your turn
Remember Jesus slaves
Department of Probation:
"Legally It can't be blamed
Held therefore unaccountable
Since it's clinically insane, what a shame again"
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me, me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me, me
I'm going to have to kill you, you, you
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
It felt fair that she should know
All actions in which partake
Are far beyond its control
Whether it was born or bred
(Genetic, environment)
I wouldn't bother to ask it why
Simply concentrate on when
It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed
Making plans but It won't tell
So longs to hear her final words
"I brought this on myself"
The theory of futility
Now you'll learn, so be prepared
Enemies are equal to
Wrath times the speed of fright squared
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
My God helps those who help themselves
Of thus, she shan't be ashamed
Crawl into line and wait your turn
Remember Jesus slaves
Department of Probation:
"Legally It can't be blamed
Held therefore unaccountable
Since it's clinically insane, what a shame again"
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me, me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me, me
I'm going to have to kill you, you, you
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine
Writer: Peter Thomas Steele
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Angry Inch
My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch
Now all I got in a Barbie Doll-crotch
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
I'm form the land where you still hear cries
I had to get out to sever all ties
I change my name and assumed a disguise
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I am tied to the track
I try to get up but but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
My mother made my tits out of clay
My boyfriend told me he'd take me away
They dragged me to the doctor one day
I've got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
A long story short
When I woke up from the operation
I was bleeding down there
Bleeding from the gash between my legs
My first day as a woman
And already it's that time of the month
But two days later
The hole closed up and the wound healed
And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh
Where my penis used to be
Where my vagina never was
A one inch mound of flesh
With a scar running down it
Like a sideways grimace
On an eyeless face
It was just a little bulge
It was an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I'm tied to the track
I try to get up but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black
I got my inch and I'm set to attack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I'm tied to the track
I try to get up but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black
I got my inch and I'm set to attack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch
Now all I got in a Barbie Doll-crotch
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
I'm form the land where you still hear cries
I had to get out to sever all ties
I change my name and assumed a disguise
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I am tied to the track
I try to get up but but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
My mother made my tits out of clay
My boyfriend told me he'd take me away
They dragged me to the doctor one day
I've got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch
A long story short
When I woke up from the operation
I was bleeding down there
Bleeding from the gash between my legs
My first day as a woman
And already it's that time of the month
But two days later
The hole closed up and the wound healed
And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh
Where my penis used to be
Where my vagina never was
A one inch mound of flesh
With a scar running down it
Like a sideways grimace
On an eyeless face
It was just a little bulge
It was an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I'm tied to the track
I try to get up but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black
I got my inch and I'm set to attack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I'm tied to the track
I try to get up but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black
I got my inch and I'm set to attack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Writer: Stephen Trask
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Anesthesia
Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities
'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun
No way to prepare, impending despair
Did one say so cruel: "Tis better to love than lose"
Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar
Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret
I pity the living, envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb
I'd rather not care than to be aware - be scared
I don't need love
Are a thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser
World renowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia
I don't feel anything.
Life is trapped between two black entities
'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun
No way to prepare, impending despair
Did one say so cruel: "Tis better to love than lose"
Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar
Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret
I pity the living, envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb
I'd rather not care than to be aware - be scared
I don't need love
Are a thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser
World renowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia
I don't feel anything.
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Dream Is Dead
Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine
Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year - disappear
Arrows fester in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, the dream is dead
Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe that things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools
Nobody will break your fall
All for one, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the festival, my fools
Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
The dream is dead
On chocolate hearts alone I dine
Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year - disappear
Arrows fester in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, the dream is dead
Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe that things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools
Nobody will break your fall
All for one, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the festival, my fools
Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
The dream is dead
Writer: PETER THOMAS STEELE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Life Is Killing Me is the sixth studio album by gothic metal band Type O Negative. It was released on June 17, 2003, and was their final studio album released through record label Roadrunner Records.
The album's title and content refers primarily to frontman Peter Steele's dissatisfied life outlook and experiences with mental illness at the time of writing and production, with lyrics concerning relationship problems and the illness and death of his parents.
The album reached No. 39 on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 27,000 copies in its first week, and received positive reviews from music critics, who noted a more melodic sound in comparison to previous records. "I Don't Wanna Be Me" was released as a promotional single, for which a music video was produced.
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Type O NegativeThe album's title and content refers primarily to frontman Peter Steele's dissatisfied life outlook and experiences with mental illness at the time of writing and production, with lyrics concerning relationship problems and the illness and death of his parents.
The album reached No. 39 on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 27,000 copies in its first week, and received positive reviews from music critics, who noted a more melodic sound in comparison to previous records. "I Don't Wanna Be Me" was released as a promotional single, for which a music video was produced.
Genre(s): Gothic metal, pop rock
Producer(s): Josh Silver, Peter Steele
Length: 74:30
Released: June 17th, 2003
Year: 2003