Drop Dead: کے بول

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.........