2004-02-08 / 9:07 p.m.
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Here's to the days of glory

That you never think will come again

Here's to fall away

From everyone you thought a friend

Here's to the escape from reality

That shortly blocks the pain

Here's to the new beginning

That comes from every end

Pass me a glass

Filled with that delicious poison

Cheers for those who live in darkness

And have lived to see it through

And is there a class

For those who live in blackness

Who seem to stumble and fall

No matter what they do

Here's to the knife

That you took to your wrist last night

Here's to the pills

That short acting high

Here's to the booze

That keeps you from joining the fight

And here's to the reason

That you're so sure you want to die

Pass me a glass

Filled with that delicious poison

Cheers to all who live in darkness

And keep livin' to see it through

Somone's gotta start a class

For those who live in blackness

And always seem to stumble and fall

No matter what they do

And here's to the tortured artists

Who sing pretty songs of the dead

And here's to the legions of goths

With their pretty makeup dark

And here's to the anorexics

Dying to avoid being fed

And here's to the posers

Who do it all as a lark

So, pass me a glass

Filled with ever delicious poison

Cheers for those who live in darkness

And those that live to see it through

And maybe we need a class

For those who live in blackness

Who want to stumble and fall

No matter what I do