So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

‘Into My Arms’ by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.

(Source: cayya)

With your lovely smile.
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail,
Your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
Like a real reptile.

‘Reptile’ by The Church.

(Source: holaboots)

Your days are numbered with pretense in your pocket. Your days are numbered with the love in your eyes. ‘Romeo’s Distress’ by Christian Death.

(Source: craniumrats)

The man has come and gone,
Aroused my photographic memory
Orphan sons and his raw hands
(Were slammed in his face)

‘Luxury Of Tears’ by Christian Death.

(Source: faniacmag)

Expelled like poison, a trim of the dose,
A limb disposed of, in a whim she chose,
So rigorous, she’s vigorous.

‘Jasmine And Rose’ by Clan Of Xymox.

(Source: jobnothinghomenothingcashnothing)

And your emotions
You swim in your emotions
Floating on your selfish wave
You cannot drown

‘Wild World’ by Days Of Sorrow.

(Source: poserviolence)

‘My Life Is Like Riding On A Ghost Train’ by Angels In Aspic.

(Source: tasteofdecay, via tasteofdecay)

Jolene, I could’ve seen you there
When I looked into your lifeless eyes,
I saw you everywhere.

‘Paradise’ by New Order.

(Source: shes-the-scientist)

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance,
To the radio. 

“Transmission” by Joy Division.

(Source: liveshades)

Come inside and feel 
There’s so much here and something tells me it’s for real 
Hiding behind the walls and windows 
Keeping away from the questions on your tongue 

“Ricochet Days” by Modern English.

(Source: weiledudrink)

My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while…

“The Figurehead” by The Cure.

(Source: neurotik-barbie, via uej)

“I Still Bear The Scars” by No More.

(Source: neurotik-barbie)

My face in the fire
In the reptile house
And the kissing and the colour
Come crashing down

‘Burn (Live)’ by The Sisters Of Mercy.

(Source: neurotik-barbie)

I know the world is cold but
If you hold on tight to what you
Find you might not mind too much though
Even this must pass away and
Memories may last for years but
Names are just for souvenirs
Some kind of angel let me
Look into your eyes 

‘Some Kind Of Stranger’ by The Sisters Of Mercy.

(Source: dandyjon)