puzzles for you

I am the moonchild, and I live on

22 Acacia Avenue

, which is somewhere in the realms of Paschendale. My parents are the rainmaker and mother russia, and I learned the dance of death at a young age. I am close friends with the wrathchild, who has a fear of the dark, the journeyman and tailgunner, and we are the children of the damned.
Never in my wildest dreams, my most infinite dreams, had I known of the evil that men do, that the clairvoyant told me through the prophecy... the trooper, you see... he was a man on the edge, so to speak. He came from a time of wasted years, and it had not played well on him, wasting love on the women in uniform. Confused and betrayed, he dialled the number of the beast and asked the lord of the flies himself ' Can I play with madness?' Enraged by his refusal, he made a bet with the angel and the gambler that the sign of the cross woould go up in holy smoke when the wicker man burned. Many revelations then proved that he was wrong, and so when everyone was distracted by the flight of icarus, he made his escape. No, he was not running free. He had to be quick or be dead. He had to run silent, run deep and run to the hills. Then, of course, the seventh son of a seventh son noticed his absence, and because of the virus that he was suffering, he sent the assassin after him. There were aces high: he was the phantom of the opera, and with himn on the case, there is no prayer for the dying. This was the public ewnema number one. Just like he will bring your daughter to the slaughter, you know it's all over when he announces 'Hallowed be thy Name'. He is a powerslave, he ensuers that only the good die young and he recites the rime of the ancient mariner as he works. When he has his hooks in you, you know that you will die with your boots on.
It is 2 minuetes to midnight now, and I must go to my iron maiden, my bed and place of slumber. We are coming to futureal times, and I am afraid to shoot strangers. But a time of no more lies is coming. A time where these clolurs don't run. A brave new world is dawning. Here is our fates warning...

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Helena… I’m not okay, I promise, and honey, this mirror isn’t big enough for the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, you are our lady of sorrows, your drowning lessons are amazing… but this is the end of our romance. Baby, we were nothing more than demolition lovers, and it’s not that I don’t love you. Girl, you know what they do to guys like us in prison. It’s not that I want to do this, it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a deathwish. Darling, I’d rather he dead! Yes… this is how I disappear. These could well be my famous last words, baby, but the only hope for me is you. But you know the teenagers. All they want is another desolation row. And someone has to give mama the welcome to the black parade. Just a quick note – don’t sleep in the house of wolves. All the blood, party poison and vampire money is sure to give you cancer. I feel so disenchanted, sitting in cubicles and staring at early sunsets over Monroeville. Seriously, this cemetery drive takes you to the end. But now some words of advice – the sharpest lives are not healthy. Vampires will never hurt you, but the jetset life is gonna kill you. So give em hell, kid, hang em high. I guess it’s a good thing that I never told you what I do for a living, but thank you for the venom anyway. If I had, even the ghost of you would hate me. But look alive, sunshine – the scarecrow told me tht the planetary kids from yesterday gave you a bulletproof heart, and that’s something to sing about. Oh, what was I going to say? – na… na… na… never forget what I told you about the interlude, and save yourself, I’ll hold them back…

 

For those of you who had no idea what the hell all of that was about, it's a little puzzle i've made for you. It's simple - unpick all of the song titles! the first, in yellow, is all iron maiden, and i think there's 57 of them. the second if mcr, and there's about 47 of them. have fun!