Letra da Música: Drop Dead: - Fear Cult

With midnight hair of the bluest black -
Shimmering like a raven's back -
A quaint cliche with a pretty face -
A angel born to fall from grace -
Now stumbling through the modern gloom -
So alone in a crowded room -
Found comfort in the chemicals that reap the life and steal the souls -
All innocents is lost tonight beneath the heat and flashing lights -
All innocents is lost tonight on crystAl meth and China White
Drop dead on the dance floor - Drop dead.........