okay, maybe one more...

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong,
And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song,
And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove;
Some things you do for money, and some you do for love, love, love.
Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why,
When he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye.
Some things you'll do for money, and some you'll do for fun,
But the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one.
Love, love is gonna lead you by the hand
Into a white and soundless place.
Now we see things as in a mirror, dimly.
Then we shall see each other face to face.
Way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain snuck out to the greenhouse
And put a bullet in his brain.
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above.
Some moments last forever, some flare out with love, love, love.

just one more

From the housetops to the gutters; from the ocean to the shore,
The warning signs have all been bright and garish, and far too great in number to ignore.
From the cities to the swamplands, from the highways to the hills,
Our love has never had a leg to stand on,
From the aspirins, to the cross-tops, to the elavils.
But I will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me.
From the entrance to the exit is longer than it looks from where we stand.
I wanna say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet.
Things will shortly get completely out of hand,
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight;
In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face;
In the weak, last gasp of the evening's dying light,
In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place
Like a trash can fire in a prison cell;
Like the searchlights in the parking lots of Hell.
I will walk down to the end with you if you will come all the way down with me.

The music that thoroughly sets my innermost moods...

I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us.
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight.
And I hope we hang on past the last exit.
I hope it's already too late.
I hope the junk yard a few blocks from here someday burns down.
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away, and I never come back to this town again.
In my life, I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife.
And I hope you die. I hope we both die.
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow; I hope it bleeds all day long.
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises; we're pretty sure they're all wrong.
I hope it stays dark forever.
I hope the worst isn't over.
I hope you blink before I do.
I hope I never get sober.
And I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say.
And I hope that if I found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way.
I am drowning.
There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me, hand-in-unlovable-hand.
And I hope you die.
I hope we both die.