Lyrics:

Seems three years, though maybe four
Someone drops dead whom I adore
You love someone, there will be grief
The kiss of death, lips of a thief

God damn it

A dusty stack of photographs
Of times I've cried, but mostly laughed
Commit the past into blue flame
Acrid smoke, cowardly shame

God damn it

At times, I'm truly terrified
'Cause dope and booze don't help to hide
They're used to mask a weakling's hurt
It's just like painting over dirt

Everyone I love is dead
(Ha-ha)
Everyone I love is dead
(Ha-ha)

All dead

Life's a game I cannot win
Both good and bad must surely end
The mirrors always tell the truth
I love myself for hating you (Hey, wait a minute)

Everyone I love is dead
(Ha-ha)
Everyone I love is dead
(Ha-ha)
Everyone I love is dead
(Ha-ha)
Everyone I love is dead
(Ha-ha)

God damn it
God damn it

All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead

God damn it