I can win this any way you cut it, because I listen to neo-folk and darkwave.
I personally like the simple, unadorned lyrics of Sol Invictus. For example December Song:
This is the longest road to nowhere
Although it's shorter than you think
When the shutters comes down
When the chain breaks its link
Can love triumph?
Will hate fall?
Can good win?
Probably not at all
The tide will go out and not return
The flame will die and never again burn
I will fall asleep and never awake
The next page of the diary won't have a date
Can love triumph?
Will hate fall?
Can good win?
Probably not at all
With vile defeats
I limp towards December
Full of vile deceits
But destined not to be remembered
Or The Silver Swan:
The silver swan
Who living had no note
When death approached
Unlocked her silent throat
She laid her heard
Upon the windward shore
She sung her first and last
Then sang no more
Farewell all joy
O death come close my eyes
More geese than swans now live
More fools than wise
Farewell all joy
O death come close my eyes
More geese than swans now live
More fools than wise
Or if you really want to go ott, how about some nice uplifting Sopor Aeternus, ie Todeswunch:
Chill is dripping silently,
I am drowning in myself.
My hope has left me alone and barren,
my grave - the only loving place.
I hate my own loathsome smell,
this stench and old-age and malodorous fear.
How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly
existing deep inside of me...
I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes,
it is the perfect day to end this wretched life.
Give me the reason to life so that I might laugh
at least I'll try in bitterness...
Stop the waiting, the cruel waiting for nothing.
All I want is to forget, finally
in Sleep of Death...
I could die just like a christian.
I could fade away in sleep
but I want to die for someone,
for the one who waits for me.
I long to be a sacrifice for the Lord,
my Lord of the Darkest Side.
Everyday is a perfect day, a perfect day for suicide...!
Deliver me from the mindless crowd
when steps grow dumb behind my back.
Save me from their poisoned locks
harassing like daggers through my neck...
Here, where it's like hell to exist
only Death can bring salvation.
Please, release me from my chains that crucify me
to my eternal tribulation.
Here, where even my own image is spitting,
where I have to hide my face.
Where the distress seems so endlessly,
in this god-forsaken place...
In a former time in a long forgotten place,
when the masks and the faces had been identical twins.
As our sanctuaries were locked to hypocritical lies
now befouled they lay bare as they stalked in
so well disguised...
Suicide, sweet suicide
deepest darkness veils my eyes...
Suicide, sweet suicide
jet-black darkness clouds my mind...
Suicide, sweet suicide
Deepest darkness in my heart...
Suicide, sweet suicide
my unclean soul, I know no light...
Or Hades "Pluton":
I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of
the dark and never-ending sea,
on a bed that my dead lover was preparing
with his own skeleton for me ...
("...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain ...")
I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned
staring across from some distant shore,
and in my sadness I drew closer,
to condole and somewhat to implore ...
I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse
or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone.
Yes, it's like kissing some marble statue
that has neither warmth nor life of its own....
("...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
on to the cell where your love might be found ...")
COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED,
LEAVING BUT A STARLESS RUIN BEHIND!
SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE CAN NEVER BE CALLED
BACK FROM THE BLESSED SILENCE OF HIS SCARED VAULT ...
No, no, no...- put an end to the show!
I'm going back to the land where the bone-flowers grow,
to "the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of Space - out of Time" ...
See the shape, but can't see through,
no-one can ever hate me as well as I do.
Know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile,
whatever the intention ...- I'm such a friendly lie!
("...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him,
it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...")
"Bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain.
Down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
on to the cell, where your love might be found ...
Bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him,
it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in.
Oh, it's cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind,
no-one can get you out, if you overstep time...!"
And then of course you can just have Bob Dylan, as has already been said.