Mättshadows

Dark… Like Chocolate by Slagsmasklubben feat. ???

(Though I’m rather set on Mättshadows/Scötshadows, pronounced “Muhshadows/Scuhshadows,” as it hints at the inspiration).

We can’t walk to the gas station without writing a song about it. But this is the first time we’ve recorded one since like… 1999. Look out for the Youtube video.

 Some of the words are kind of hard to hear, but the lyrics are so damn good.  So here they are:

Walking down the street to buy some chocolate

Because our souls are dark like chocolate

We’re walking to the store in the dead of night

In an earth that’s stained by endless blight

We walked to the street

And stood on the corner

And the man that we saw

Was as dark as coal

We enter the store, to by some chocolate

Dark as chocolate; Dark as my soul

We see the light turn green to red

And it’s pleasing to remember that we’ll soon be dead

We walk in the shadows

We walk in the moonlight

We walk until we reach death’s shore

Crossing the bar, crossing the bar

Heading towards the conformist’s store 

Crossing the bar, crossing the bar

This repetition has gone too far

Crossing the bar, crossing the bar

Oh no it’s the light!

Where’s the sunscreen jar?

And I’m thinking of chocolate

I’m drinking the chocolate

And everything I do has to do with chocolate

I’m eating the chocolate

I’m loving the chocolate

And the only word that rhymes with chocolate is chocolate.

The sensual chocolate

It brings me to tears.

I haven’t been laid in seven years

As I open my mouth for another bite

I pause to consider the Devil’s might

Dreams may pass

Dreams may die

But the taste of enjoyment

The darkness supplies

 In my parent’s basement

I sit alone

My move out date

I will postpone.

And I’m thinking of chocolate

I’m drinking the chocolate

And everything I do has to do with chocolate

I’m eating the chocolate

I’m loving the chocolate

And the only word that rhymes with chocolate is chocolate

The only friend I know

His name is sadness

I’m glad I don’t live in a world of gladness

Society it seems

Does not understand

That they’re listening to the world’s gothest band

We’re darker than black

We’re deeper than hell

And the bodies that we live in

Are nothing but shells

And the chocolate it consumes me

It eats at my soul

And since Gory died

it’s all that consoles

And I’m thinking of chocolate

I’m drinking the chocolate

And everything I do has to do with chocolate

I’m eating the chocolate

I’m loving the chocolate

And the only word that rhymes with chocolate is chocolate