Type O Negative everyone i love is dead

It seems three years though maybe four
Someone drops dead, whom I adore
You love someone there will be grief
The kiss of death, lips of a thief
Mm goddammit
Hub, hub
A dusty stack of photographs
Of times I cried but mostly laughed
Commit the past into blue flame
Acrid smoke, cowardly shame
Mm goddammit
Hub, hub
At times I'm truly terrified
'Cause dope and booze don't help to hide
They're used to mask my weakling's hurt
It's just like painting over dirt
Everyone I love is
Everyone I love is
All dead
Life's a game I cannot win
Both good and bad must surely end
The mirrors always tell the truth
I love myself for hating you
[Incomprehensible]
Everyone I love is
Everyone I love is
Everyone I love is
Everyone I love is
Mm goddammit
Mm goddammit
All dead
All dead
All dead, an' all dead, an' all dead, an' all dead
An' all dead, an' all dead, an' all dead, an' all dead
All dead
Oh goddammit