Hellboy!

 
Baby, you should come with me, I'll take you to the dark side. Me and you, you and me. Do bad things in the night time. Baby, you should come with me and we can kill the lights. Hit the lights, let it blackout, blackout. Hit the lights, let it blackout, blackout. Black bird, black moon, black sky, black light. Black, everything black. Black heart, black keys, black diamonds. Blackout, black, everything black. Black, everything, everything all black, everything, everything all black, everything. 
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Everything all black, everything, everything black.
                                                                       {Unlike Pluto.}

 
Every night I look out my window afraid you might return for more. I miss your frozen love too much. And I'd overdose from just a touch, oh
baby don't come back. There's a fire inside of my bed made of coals that I deeply regret. Oh, you left me burning with the embers and I barely made it out alive. Oh you're back inside my dreams. Broken bones and empty screams. Sleepless nights in burden sheets. Lightning strikes inside my eyes tell me now is this love alive, tell me now or set me free.
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                                        And one more kiss could take my life.
                                                                                       {Jaymes Young.}

I was swimmin' in the Caribbean. Animals were hiding behind the rock. Except the little fish but they told me, he swears tryin' to talk to me, to me, to me.

Way out in the water. See it swimming. With your feet on the air and your head on the ground. Try this trick and spin it, yeah. Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself...
                                                           Where is my mind?  Where is my mind?                 
                                                                                                                {Pixies.}

I'd trade my luck to know why he's caught in the crossfire. And I'm here wakin' up to the sun and the sound of birds. Society's anxiety deprived of all that we're blessed with. We just can't get enough, no! Heaven if you sent us down. So we could build a playground for the sinners to play as saints you'd be so proud of what we've made. I hope you got some beds around cause you're the only refuge now. For every mother, every child, every brother. That's caught in the crossfire. Can I trust what I'm given? When faith still needs a gun. Whose ammunition justifies the wrong? And I can't see from the backseat, so I'm asking from above...
                                   Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?
                                                                                                 {Stephen.}