| Song | P.S. Love the Black |
| Artist | Vendetta Red |
| Album | Between the Never and the Now |
| 作词 : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
| Make a wish upon your middle finger wasting your affections on another dark haired girl with skin so pale its translucence pulls you in and chokes you up | |
| I just came by to kill you nobody was home. | |
| From hips to lips and everything between "collide" she cried and chalked one up to her myriad of thoughts | |
| Abscess. I'm trusting you to stab me in the back beloved betrayer. | |
| It fell straight from heaven burning brighter than your hopes of being one of them someday. | |
| It bared its teeth and shook the ground beneath your feet it held you close tore you limb from limb and then it left you. | |
| Distraught disguised our abhorrence victimized | |
| I died from laughing at your consuming lust for sustenance | |
| A word could break ideas in comatose states as passive thoughts strike at the only comfort | |
| I can't bare | |
| I tried to please but only wound down on my knees refusal to comply it ends in dissension from the self | |
| An anchor to hell the vessel rests light on the shell your grade school blasphemy is making my skin crawl |
| zuò cí : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
| Make a wish upon your middle finger wasting your affections on another dark haired girl with skin so pale its translucence pulls you in and chokes you up | |
| I just came by to kill you nobody was home. | |
| From hips to lips and everything between " collide" she cried and chalked one up to her myriad of thoughts | |
| Abscess. I' m trusting you to stab me in the back beloved betrayer. | |
| It fell straight from heaven burning brighter than your hopes of being one of them someday. | |
| It bared its teeth and shook the ground beneath your feet it held you close tore you limb from limb and then it left you. | |
| Distraught disguised our abhorrence victimized | |
| I died from laughing at your consuming lust for sustenance | |
| A word could break ideas in comatose states as passive thoughts strike at the only comfort | |
| I can' t bare | |
| I tried to please but only wound down on my knees refusal to comply it ends in dissension from the self | |
| An anchor to hell the vessel rests light on the shell your grade school blasphemy is making my skin crawl |