(Fåniga nödrim och bristande rytm...
men jag orkar inte vara seriös hela tiden)

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For us who wear the deepest black
each day is Halloween
and though we  look like vamps and ghouls
´tis nothing like it seems

Cause we´re the Children of the Night
each funerals´ favourite guests
You may think we are scary & you call us wierd
but of your own looks we´re not that impressed.

Exquisitely clothed in darkness, like a second skin
of velvet and of PVC, of leather and of lace;
escaping the terrible daylight hours
half-asleep in a drunken haze

The evil sun it hurts our kohl-rimmed eyes
for the daylight we´re to pretty and pure;
so we hide in the shadows with music and wine
drinking and singing along to The Cure...