Friday The Thirteenth by The Lazarus Plot Lyrics

Everything she touched turned to death
She glared at the moonlight and recalled his speech
Filing away his words and lips for a blank day
The time had come to reevaluate her selfishness
She shakily smirked at her safety precautions
And fumbled with clumsy fingers
For a cigarette to kiss

She flicked her cigarette and turned abruptly
Tugging nervously at a strand of tangled hair
She prepares herself for tomorrow's funeral
Dwells on his mouth and sighs

"I can force my features to remain firm," she recited
And sucked smoke in melancholy
"I can forget the softness of his speech
And the trembling that occurred when I clasped him to me"
Everything she touched turned to death

Everything she touched turned to death, death, death
Everything she touched turned to death, death, death
Everything is melancholy
Everything is melancholy
Again, again, again
Again, again, again
Everything is melancholy
Everything is melancholy again