You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

(Help me…)
You tear down my reason
(Help me…)
It’s your sex I can smell
(Help me…)
You make me perfect
Help me think I’m somebody else

— “Closer”, Nine Inch Nails

Drivin’ faster in my car,
Falling farther from just what we are.
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more,
These conversations kill.
Falling faster in my car….

Time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride
it leaves today, no conversation
Time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long
to wait too long, to wait to long…

— “Big Empty”, Stone Temple Pilots

“Oh, don’t talk of love,” the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
“Don’t talk of worlds that never were.
The end is always ever true.
There’s nothing you can ever say,
Nothing you can ever do…”

Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream’s the same

— “Dead Souls”, The Cure