( playlist ) the boy with the thorn in his side

o1. Leonard Cohen || You Want it Darker. Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name/Vilified, crucified, in the human frame/A million candles burning for the help that never came/You want it darker. o2. Panic! at the Disco || I Constantly Thank God for Estaban. In this little number we are graced by two displays of character/We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire/Walking contradiction. o3. Regina Spektor || Après Moi. Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs/Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls/Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood/Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood. o4. New Order || Shellshock. I'd tell the world and save my soul/But rain falls down and I feel cold/A cold that sleeps within my heart/It tears the earth and sun apart. o5. Cake || You Turn the Screws. You twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife/A bigger better slice is what you'd like. o6. The Smiths || The Boy With the Thorn in His Side. The boy with the thorn in his side/Behind the hatred there lies/A plundering desire for love/How can they see the Love in our eyes/And still they don't believe us? o7. Depeche Mode || Enjoy the Silence. Vows are spoken/To be broken/Feelings are intense/Words are trivial/Pleasures remain/So does the pain/Words are meaningless/And forgettable. o8. Muse || Dead Inside. You've taught me to lie without a trace/And to kill with no remorse/On the outside I'm the greatest guy/Now I'm dead inside! o9. La Roux || In For the Kill. Let's go to war/To make peace/Let's be cold/To create heat/I hope in darkness/We can see/And you're not blinded by the light from me. 1o. Bastille || Things We Lost in the Fire. I was the match and you were the rock/Maybe we started this fire/We sat apart and watched/All we had burned on the pyre/You said we were born with nothing/And we sure as hell have nothing now. 11. Metric || Blindness. What it is and where it stops nobody knows/You gave me a life I never chose/I wanna leave but the world won't let me go. 12. Bauhaus || Nerves. Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses/Brittle spittle sparks you are defenseless/The fabric of dreams is ripped apart/As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger/In your pumping heart. 13. Joy Division || Dead Souls. Where figures from the past stand tall/And mocking voices ring the halls/Imperialistic house of prayer/Conquistadors who took their share.