b-sides

• But can't tell if I've been breathing or sleeping. Or screaming or waiting for the man to call. And maybe all of the above
• Sometimes you scrape and sink so low I'm shocked at what you're capable of; and if this is a coronation I ain't feeling the love.

i brought you bullets, you brought me your love

• And as always, innocent like roller coasters. Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against because I've seen what they look like. Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...

three cheers for sweet revenge

• Can we pretend to leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide?
• He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb. He's always choking from the stench and the fume. The wedding party all collapsed in the room.
• She keeps a picture of the body she lends.
• My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups (in drag). But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
• Life is but a dream for the dead
• To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
• Love is the red the rose on your coffin door. What's life like, bleeding on the floor.
• The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
• bright lights that won't kill me now, or tell me how just you and I, your starless eyes remain.

the black parade

• You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose
• There's a place in the dark where the animals go. You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow
• He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" He said "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, A phantom to lead you in the summer, To join The Black Parade."
• And as the blood runs down the walls. You see me creepin' up these halls. I've been a bad motherfucker
• I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone
• A love that's so demanding I get weak

danger days

• Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
• Generation Nothing. Nothing but a dead scene. Product of a white dream
• So get me out of my head Cause it's getting kind of cramped you know