Last Day of 1888 by
Kids in the Way
It would have to be done from a perspective other than Light, though, as it's sung from the viewpoint of the person being murdered.
Kids in the Way wrote:Crowded streets and the memories of all the faces you see
you don't know who I am when you're looking at me.
Hang me tonight in this false and jaded light.
In the center of the square, murder's breeding in the air.
We're all innocent.
The shadow's playing with our eyes.
It's playing with our eyes.
Sharpened tongues and the loaded guns of all the forunate sons;
you're the jack, back in black, ripping air from our lungs.
Hang me tonight in this false and jaded light.
In the center of the square, murder's breeding in the air.
We're all innocent.
The shadow's playing with our eyes.
The shadow's playing with our eyes.
The shadow's playing...
I'd cut my heart out of my chest and attach it to my sleeve.
If I thought that you would think differently of me.
I'd cut my heart out of my chest and attach it to my sleeve,
If I thought you'd think differently.
Hang me tonight in this false and jaded light.
In the center of the square, murder's breeding in the air.
We're all innocent.
The shadow's playing...
Hang me tonight in the false and jaded light.
In the center of the square, it's breeding in the air.
We're all innocent.
The shadow's playing with our eyes.
It's playing with our eyes.
The shadows play with our eyes.
Also, this song isn't
actually about murder, but you might could twist it to work.
Regime Change by
DiscipleDisciple wrote:Build it up, I’ll tear it down.
My finger in the strings connected to your hands,
I dance the mockery, a theme of decadence.
Now I, I'm sinking in this violence;
This time, emancipation is my right.
This is what I want, for you to die;
This is what I want, to be alive.
Scene of complacency, an apathetic mind,
But when it’s brought to light, I see a king on a borrowed throne.
Right now, the violence taking over,
This time, regimes are changing in my mind.
This is what I want, for you to die;
This is what I want, to be alive.
And I’m so sorry, my old friend, I’m leaving you tonight;
So caught in this moment, the last breath of your life.
So sorry!
This is what I want (I'm sinking in this violence), for you to die (emancipation is my right);
This is what I want (the violence taking over), to be alive (regimes are changing in my mind).
So sorry! Try to understand! [x2]
So sorry! Understand!
So sorry!
That last song is flipping awesome.
I actually have an awesome song that's explicitly about murder, but it doesn't even come close to resembling Death Note. :\
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