“Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.”

“Holy water cannot help you nowA thousand armies couldn’t keep me outSee, I’ve come to burn your kingdom downI’ve come to smoke you outSeven devils all around youSeven devils in my houseSee, I was dead when I woke up this morning,And I’ll be dead before the day is doneAnd now all your love will be exorcisedAnd we will find your sayings to be paradoxAnd it’s an even sumIt’s a symphonyIt’s a battle cryThey can keep me alive‘Til I tear the walls‘Til I slave you heartAnd they take your soulAnd what have we done?”

“There's a drumming noise inside my headThat starts when you're aroundI swear that you could hear itIt makes such an almighty soundThere's a drumming noise inside my headThat throws me to the groundI swear that you could hear itIt makes such an almighty soundLouder than sirensLouder than bellsSweeter than heavenAnd hotter than hell”

“I've fallen out of favourAnd I've fallen from graceFallen out of treesAnd I've fallen on my faceFallen out of taxisOut of windows tooFell in your opinionWhen I fell in love with you”

“Then I heard your voice as clear as day, And you told me I should concentrate, It was all so strange, And so surreal, That a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night And the only solution was to stand and fight, And my body was bruised and I was set alight, But you came over me like some holy rite, And although I was burning, You're the only light Only if for a night”

“This is a song for a scribbled out nameAnd my love keeps writing again and againThis is a song for a scribbled out nameAnd my love keeps writing again and againAnd again and again and again and again and again and again...”

“Be careful of the curse that falls on young loversStarts so soft and sweet and turns them to huntersA man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by nightMay still become a wolf when the autumn moon is brightIf you could only see the beast you've made of meI held it in but now it seems you've set it running freeThe saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unboundI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground”