I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight   That actually existed just in your head   Your fingernails painted black   Or bloodred   I forget      And your fake-leather volumes   Jabbering on hell   Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail   Your eyes tried so hard to glitter      A star-snuffing black   So you opened your books   And you opened your legs   And so opened your heart   And let in the badness   You claimed   As your friend   With un-angels hovering   Like flies round the orchard   That had covered your soul   Their empire increasing   And your country   Deserted by yourself      The bells of St. Mary call us to remember   That life is with end   And the gestures can kill us   Moreover destroy   And there is one judgment only      Your letters came daily   In French or in German   But they meant to me nothing   I caught the slow cords   And dry ice fogging your mind   I see all too clearly now   Why you could be discarded   And though I could pray for you   I probably shan`t   Having had my cup filled up   With your lies   And your makeup   You were nothing   Thinking you`re something      And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong   A sign to myself   And the memory of my past   I still write this gothic lovesong   And the memory of my past   And a way to shut out your face