1. Open your music library (iTunes, mp3 playa, Media Player, iPod, etc)

2. Put it on shuffle

3. Press play

4. For every question, type the song that's playing

5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool....because your not!



Opening Credits:
Stand Inside Your Love (Smashing Pumpkins)



Waking Up:
Man On The Moon (REM)



First Day At School:
Homesick (The Vines)



Falling In Love:

Getaway (The Vines)



Fight Song:
Warsaw (Joy Division)



Breaking Up:
Some Surprise (Cake Sale)



Grad/Debs:

Gloomy Sunday (Christian Death)



Life's OK:
Feel Good Hit Of The Summer (QOTSA)



Mental Break down
Random Acts Of Violence (Raging Speedhorn)



Driving:
Beckon the Sick Winds of Pestilence (Karl Sanders)



Flashback

Looking Outside Inside (Anathema)



Getting Back Together
Never Again (Discharge)



Birth of Child?

A Heart Was Beating (S.C.A.L.P.)



Requiem

Forging Sympathy (Paradise Lost)



Wedding:
Through The Occult Veil (Graveland)



Final Battle:
Dominion (Scar Symmetry)



Death Scene:
Goodbye Cruel World (Anathema)



Funeral Song:
Wreath Of Barbs (:wumpscut

That sucked

With the deaden'd silence of my exiled mind shattered, a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my being; for a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream, tore a hole in my lacrimal sleep.... But as if I had motioned the skies to part, a piece of heaven did tumble past my hungry eyes, but a single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth bearing unending furrows to carve me open, and a sad drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passed in a blinking moment, it may have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart. The dismal moments have now passed to flounder in the sea of disease sinking like bowling balls

There's a fire in the valley that's killing many for the few and a funeral for the living.
The dead have gathered around to view.
When heaven burns to ashes their dreams will come crashing too.
While some are more forgiving I'll spend my life hunting you.
Murdering bastards, you furking killed her when you burned could you feel her eyes staring back at you?
Kill him, kill him, just furcking do it, when he is dead this will be all over and we can get on with things.
Take this, use it. They deserve it.
But in their deaths realize she will never be coming back to you, only death behind.
Focus all my energy- prepare myself to slaughter swine- decimate the wicked- eliminate their worthless lives.
String 'em up. Drip them motherfurckers dry.
Murdering bastards you furcking killed her when you burned could you feel her eyes staring back at you?
I killed him, I killed him. Just furcking did it. But in a way I feel empty inside and can't get on with things.
I took it, and used it. They deserved it.
As I sit here wracked with disbelief that she will never be coming back to me I'll strike you down six feet in the ground.
A piece of steel led in the crown. This ends here and now.
Somehow I knew you'd be here. You took so long regarding your fears of treason you've got it all wrong.
I feel your rage, it's rising. Our blood is not theirs.
It's all over the cleansing. I'll see you in Hell.
Forgive me for I have acted against my own blood, I never meant for all of it to happen this way.
A man makes his choice, God willing to live with his shame.
I have so much love for you. I knew I'd die today.