Sometimes I wish I could see how everyone’s lives would carry on if I simply vanished.

Here and there, I feel like my impact on the world is so superficial, that given enough time the only ones that might remember me are my parents.

What good am I, really? I’m not indispensable to a single soul. I miss feeling important to someone.

Artist: Blood Stain Child
Title: Royal Sky
Album: Īµpsilon [2011]
Genre: Trance Metal/Melodic Death Metal
Label: Pony Canyon/Coroner Records


Is this all that my eyes were bound to see?
The bitter end awaking irony
The sky ablaze, accelerating
Infinity intoxicating

Dream of a dream that you will never live
The final sleep forgets to forgive

Closin’ my eyes this sky is fading
Your memory reverberating

Just you and I
Up in the air
Becoming painfully aware
Of what is out there
Bidding farewell
To our past, our present and our future…

Even if promised worlds exist
The time is now, remember this!

Never hiding
Never lying

Sun burning my eyes
I am not crying
Always smilin’
Never breakin’
Fly towards the sun holding your hand in…
…this final sky!

Just you and I
Up in the air
Becoming painfully aware
Of what is out there
Bidding farewell…

Never hiding
Never lying
Sun burning my eyes

I am not crying
Always smilin’
Never breakin’
Fly towards the sun holding your hand in…
…this final sky!

Title: Automatic Lover
Artist: Theatre of Tragedy
Album: Assembly [2002]
Label: Nuclear Blast
Genre: Industrial Rock

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

From the automatic lover’s store
To the first floor of your back room door
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl

From the plead-plead when you really want in
To the knead-knead ‘fore the blanket-spin
Flush-flush of the bed-time art
To the raging heart when she doesn’t do her part

Do you like it?

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall
To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl
From the drink-drink until on the floor
To the blink-blink of the girl next door

To the rock-rock until off the hinge
To the luck-luck to complete the binge
From the rush-rush when you’re feeling bored
To the second floor of your homeroom door

To the plead-plead when you really want in
And the knead-knead ‘fore the blanket-spin
From the fug-fug of the bedroom air
To the hug-hug of the professional lair

To the automatic lover’s store
Where it feel-feels much less like a chore
To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip
To the electric trip of the perfect strip

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Hey, you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah I owe you a kissy baby
Hey, you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah I owe you a kissy baby

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister? Ah
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones say it sexy
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey