Doom Doom Trash

Dark is the room, ecstasy and perfume.
This is a tomb with glitter and doom.
You’re never going to make it out alive.

Here we are again, blood on my cigarette.
But I want to see it rain, I won’t let you forget.
Can’t hear a word you say, this is what you get.
So push through the pain.
You’re never going to make it out alive.

If it’s all wrong you can reverse the song.

I can’t make it slower, it won’t make it easier.
I can make it darker, though, if that pleases you?
Feel your blood flow, I can give you what you need.
When it’s time to let go, release the beast in me!

Make this room move, do it, make it move with you.
Make it sway to the sickening sounds
Of impending doom.

If it’s all wrong you can reverse the song.
Doom doom trash!

Crush all you touch, everything you see.
Nothing is enough, not the lights, love, or me.
You like the music rough, to revel in debris.
Sweat, sin and stuff.
We’re never going to stop until we bleed.

A perfect silhouette when lights flash.
The bass gets you wet, sordid night trash.
Pills and all the rest, we’re about to crash.
There’ll be no regrets
until we’re both burnt to ash.

If it’s all wrong you can reverse the song.

Make this room move, make it move with you.
Sick doom trash, we’re about to crash.
Sick doom trash, make this room move.
Make it sway to the sickening sounds
Of impending doom.

If it’s all wrong you can reverse the song.
Doom doom trash!