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A Life Less Lived: The Gothic Box
Disc 1
01. Dead Souls
02. Charlotte Sometimes
03. She’s in Parties
04. Temple of Love
05. Christian Says
06. Mutiny in Heaven
07. Spellbound
08. Fatman
09. Mirror People
10. Power
11. Now I’m Feeling Zombified
12. Snake Dance
13. Walking on Your Hands
14. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
15. Wasteland
16. The Grip of Love
17. His Box
Disc 2
01. The Weeping Song
02. Exterminating Angel
03. God’s Zoo
04. Heartache
05. I Go Crazy
06. Cuts You Up
07. Open Your Eyes
08. Heaven Is Waiting
09. All My Colours
10. Don’t Fall
11. Dreamland
12. Fall
13. Coming Down Fast
14. Muscoviet Mosquito
15. Incubus Succubus II
16. Starblood
17. Ardera Sempre
18. Blood Bitch
19. The Arcane
Disc 3
01. Rain
02. Away
03. Watch Without Pain
04. Pagan Lovesong
05. Morning Dew
06. Hamburger Lady
07. To Blame
08. Melody Lee
09. Romeo’s Distress
10. Party Time
11. Kiss
12. Dieche
13. Assimilate
14. Halloween
15. Tomorrow’s World
16. So What
17. The Hanging Garden
Here it comes again
Taste of jagged glass and rusty can

There are just black holes
Where the stars would be watching
Just black holes
Where the stars should have been

Plumes of dirt
Caress a urine colored sun
Swarms of angels
Come to kill your sons

And there's nothing but black holes
Where the stars should have been
Nothing but black holes
Where the stars would be watching

Oh, those strange argonauts
Digging again in your pit
Cover them in menstrual stream
Cover them in black gold, plunge them into ingots

Ripping through your menstrual stream
Rising up taste of rusty can
And jagged glass feeling again

Here it comes again
Hordes of locusts blot out your sun

Raining down, rain on everyone
Poor little rich thing, poor little bleeding heart
Poor little misunderstood
Piss on it, I'm sick of it

Enough is enough
I wanna fuck it up
In spite of it

Just for the hell of it
I wanna fuck it up
Out of sync, out of phase
Out of sight, out of spite

Raining down, raining everyone
Poor little rich thing, poor little bleeding heart
Poor little misunderstood
Piss on it, I'm sick of it

Here it comes again
Taste of jagged glass and rusty can

There are just black holes
Where the stars should have been
Just black holes
Where the stars would be watching