Life is bleak. Life is pain. There's really no reason to get out of bed in the morning at all, and I'm just gonna wear white makeup like a Japanese Kabuki, and black eyes and black lips because life is so terrible that I just want to look like death. Because all there is, is death; we are born to die.
So, in other words, you're so goth that you're dead? You're dead. You're dead. Okay.